Although it was easy to anticipate her needs, she never gave him the chance to do that. She wanted control. She wanted him to jump and to take heed of... her. She wanted him to serve her. Perish the thought that if Michael saw Mrs. Enunzio walking through the door of the bank on Monday morning that he would not surmise that she wanted him to open her freaking safety deposit box. Yet, here she is again as if it was the first time they had ever met and as if it was the first time that she told him. He pushes his cock through the wire and I press my girly tummy against it, crushing it, feeling its warmth, and when I put my fingers through the wire he crushes them with his own, trapping me in his embrace, holding me in situ as he humps my soft tummy.The fence it to long and to high to scale so I tempt him with impunity, he talks really dirty to me, not realizing it is I who is doing the pressing allowing him to have the necessary friction to cum, something I shall deny when I sense he is. Go on, your cock’s barely soft, finish what you started…’ Pete started to raise his voice then brought it back down.He wouldn’t want to wake the kids or the neighbours. Our world was crashing down around our ears and he was still my sensible, caring Pete, doing the right thing. Unlike me.‘It turns you on doesn’t it?’ he was saying angrily to Liam, ‘Sneaking over here after she’s fucked me when my come’s still fresh inside her. That make your cock hard?’Liam actually blushed.‘Go on then,’ Pete. ..and Mother! My legs were growing weak so I extracted my softening tool slowly and heard for the first time the muffled tones of a "pussy fart," a fine exclamation point to the event. We joined each other side by side and kissed and I could see in her eyes the glint of satisfaction as she hugged my tightly. "Oh, I almost forgot," she said as he reach to the night stand for a small wash cloth, "I better put this down there so I won't leak." I offered to do the deed, taking the cloth from.