” “So trouble at home then.” “Yes you could say that, but ill sort it eventually.” “Why don’t you come to my office, and we can chat mor...e.” before he had the chance to say anything, pat was walking away from him, so after a few seconds he headed to the office. Knocking on the door and walking inside, he found pat bent over with her sweater gaped open at the neck, providing a great view of her mature cleavage. This wasn’t the first time he had looked down her top, but this time she caught him. " Indulge, then. I promise you I'll do oatmeal tomorrow. And we'll see what we can do for a cardio workout."He raised an eyebrow, smiling."You have a one-track mind, sir," I giggled. "But that's definitely part of it. Kayaks. I saw YOUR bike. I need one." I paused. "And your rifle matches? When are they?" One this weekend. I think I'm gonna miss it. Got a new wife." Your new wife is interested." Shooting those things ain't cardio. Wait'll you see some of the competitors. Ain't no six-pack abs. "Yes darling" I hissed, "I'm fucking you, just like I'm gonna do every day for the rest of our lives" Yes, oh yes" she moaned, "That's all I've ever wanted, now shut up and shag my fucking brains out"I did, her words had spurred me on, my thrusts became faster and deeper until suddenly I felt my climax approaching, my toes began to tingle, the feeling quickly shot up my legs and almost before I realized it I was coming, I tried to speak but could only grunt as my cream jetted out into her. Unfortunately, this was the most direct route to Montreal. I settled in for what I feared would be a long wait. I tried to make a little small talk, but having spent the last month living together meant my father and I had little left to tell each other. It was thus in silence that we waited. Boredom eventually led me to focus on the outside world. At first, I feared there would be nothing of interest, but then I spotted two horses standing in a nearby field. With nothing else to do, I focused.