“What’s for dinner?” I asked, opening the fridge for a bottle of water.She glanced back at me. “Carrots and whatever you’re cooking to go wi...th them.”I laughed. She smiled, her eyes twinkling.Still at the fridge, I opened the freezer and took out a couple of pizzas.Rory’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding, right? Pizza and carrots?”“What do you suggest?” I asked, feigning innocence.“Real food. Anything but frozen pizza.”Hunting through the overfilled fridge, I excavated two thick pork chops and set. When this was done I was laid carefully as if I was a china doll upon the bed and first aid was applied to my wounds.Ken admitted this was not the first time Bullion had attempted this but it definitely would be the last. The dog had even tried to hump his wife! She said if it happened again the dog would be horse meat! Bullion was going to be fixed immediately.I said nothing as I was still very shaken but gave a nod and a little smile.Everyone said their goodbyes and Ken hoped we could meet. “Oh well”, I thought, “She’ll be glad I was coming home early to surprise her” Needless to say I would be the surprised one. I walked around to the rear of my house to put the stuff down that I had bought on my business trip for the house, depositing them on the chaise lounge. The back door was unlocked so I just walked into the living room. I heard some indefinable noise coming from down the hall like someone was rummaging around. I had seen my wife’s car in the driveway, so I assumed it was. You struggle a bit as my foot spreads your legs apart and you feel a warm liquid drip between your cheeks and into your pussy. I ignore your muffled protests as I rub the head of the long thick dildo between your pussy lips, wetting it, then quickly thrusting it deep inside you. I continue pounding back and forth, stroke after stroke, causing your hips to bang into the rounded edge of the table. Your stomach and breasts stick to the surface of the table and rub against it as you move back and.