That was our hedonistic lifestyle until just after our secondanniversary, when one Wednesday morning it all went wrong.Our house, many would call it a... mansion, was set in its own grounds thatwere so extensive it would have been classified as a park if it had beenopen to the public. We employed two outside staff to keep the grasslandtidy and the footpaths through the woods clear of fallen debris. Fromtime to time we let local farmers bring their livestock over to live offthe grass, but timings. Phil’s eyes were wide as her stared at this sexy girl riding his cock. He could feel her juices running down his cock and covering his balls. He was feeling so aroused already, but when she had started to touch herself he had to hold himself back from cumming straight away. “Yes. I want you to, you naughty girl. Touch your clit. Rub it. Tell me how it feels”. He watched as her middle finger snaked down between her pussy lips and started to rub. Her head dropped to her chest and she started to. Until August, we were only three years apart numerically. First-Saturday in May she surprised me. We’d barely been kissing for ten minutes when she gave me the usual signal. “Aren’t you getting tired?”“I uh. . .”“No,” she insisted, “I really, really think you look tired.”“But. . .”“Trust me, Josh. You’re tired.”Something in her tone convinced me. Five minutes later I was lying naked in my bed under the covers. My heart practically stopped at the sound of the doorknob turning (of course, I’d. Besides the blackout, her office had been twice as busy as usual that day. She had been running around so much that her heel had snapped and she had been forced to pay a delivery boy a hundred dollars for his sneakers. On top of that she been knocked on her ass while she hurried from office to office, not once but three times since that morning. Now she was on an emergency trip to a neighboring law firm for the second time that day because someone had screwed up and handed her the wrong papers.