I found myself thinking of her more and more. I would steal peeks at her when she was in the back yard with the kids. Often she would be in a pair of ...shorts and a tee-shirt. She was so vibrant, so alive and I wanted to have her so badly. One sunny morning, I had been for a medical appointment and had returned home only to find I did not have my door key in my bag. I cursed as I remember lending it to our daughter and she obviously had not returned it to me. As I am not working due to health. Ohhh..." Kicking the door shut behind him, he turned me around so our lips were barely the width of a fingernail apart and said huskily, "I don't care, I want you right now..." His lips nearly pushed my whole body back, but really his hands lifted me up on the sink. Feeling his right hand lightly slide down my body and spread my legs, I let my head fall back, and bit my lip to keep in the moan threatening to escape when his finger stroked up my inner thigh toward the junction between my leg and. Junior had laid the fixin's out and just started cooking the bacon. The pancake batter was mixed and ready for the griddle. Tara took over that duty and Junior added the sausage to the frying pan. I got the bread out and put it in the slicing guide. I sliced the loaf and added another. We usually used up two loaves at a meal. That meant baking at least three times a week to keep up with the demand, of course.The chatter of females caught my attention as the rest of the ladies descended upon us.. The tightness of her striped skirt that barely covered her ass, the cat-got-the-cream look on his face that made me wonder who he thought about, the people across from me who entered at different stops and talked with such animation… Sex. It all boiled down to what positions I could picture them in.No one inspired great stories in me though, apart from the gentle wondering. I figured my mind was just too tired from work to grasp on to anyone like normal.My sleepy mind turned instead to the man.