While she lightly protested, he lifted her legs and swung them onto the bed. It took a second to have her stiffly perched there like a lump of wood, w...ith legs clamped shut. Again he positioned her, while referring to the classical painting. It was used as an excuse to lay her on her side, with legs drawn up. The compliments still worked to relax her, and make her co-operative. He’d seen a bit of pubic hair, and once glimpsed her soft triangle. What he wanted was to have her pose with legs. ”“I need to fuck you right now?”“Oh yes you do, now get up here and fuck me, you know you wanna.”“Yea I want to fuck you baby. I want to bury my hard cock inside your wet, and very juicy pussy.” Rolling onto her back, taking her legs over the tops of his arms, pushing her knees back toward her head, he holds his cockhead at her opening, teasing her as he enters only the very tip of his cock inside her then removes it quickly as he stares down at her. Their eyes locked onto each other, she runs. Just before the holiday season got underway she came in very subdued."What's up?" I asked.She burst into tears. "I've been told I've got to leave my flat, they want it for holidays. I've got nowhere to go."I took her in my arms and gave her a hug."No friends? Family?"She shook her head. "No one who'll have me. And I can't even ask you, because you've only got one bedroom."True, when we refurbished the bungalow because it was so small we decided to make it perfect for us, and we didn't sleep. And I ended up leaving early.I got home and tried my key, but it would't turn in the lock.Abby must have left the key all the way in,on the other side.I rang the bell.Abby answered the door minus her tracksuit bottoms,and minus her expensive runners.In fact, I would bet the Dublin jersey was the only thing she was wearing.I dropped my keys,and my jaw dropped too."Oh my God",screamed Abby, as she realised it was me.She ran in, her jersey flapping exposing her bare ass. Her perfect bare ass.I.