Don't worry, I won't tell your boss. Don't tell my husband but I like your arms and your beard." Thanks." And don't tell my husband, but want to help ...me with my lotion? I need some on my back." Yeah, I can do that" Mike said.We went back outside and I laid down on the lounge. Mike slowly walked over and I handed him the bottle of lotion."Can you do my back and legs? I put my hair in a pony tail and pulled it in front of me. Mike squirted some lotion on his hands and some on my back." Mmm, love. Finally he sees her coming around the corner of the maintenance building,juggling her purse and her books, fishing for her car keys. He climbs out ofhis SUV. "Hello, Miss Primrose." "Hi." She looks puzzled. "What are you doing hereso late?" "Same as you, I suppose. Unfinished business." "Oh." she says, a little guiltily. Perhaps she has underestimated his concernfor his students. "I mean, usually this parking area's deserted at this timeof day. So you're working late?" "Nope. I just. "It's tight and smooth, and it feels like I'm fucking a velvet glove, mum." But you're not, you're fucking your mother's anus baby." Fucking hell yes," I gasped. "And I'm going to fuck your pussy later." And my mouth," she gasped, "Don't forget my mouth." I'm going to pick you up mum," I said. "Are you ready, it'll go very deep?" Oh yes," she said, "Fucking yes Lenny, as deep as fucking possible."It took a bit of an effort, but without slipping out of her, I put both hands behind her knees and. She tried to clear her mind by doing the chores, it always helped her think and come to a clear conclusion when she was busy and making herself useful. Blaine was at day-care and would be for another two hours, this gave her plenty of time to think about her husband’s affairs without distraction while she did the grocery shopping. As she idly pushed the shopping cart around the grocery store, reading off her list, her mind was far, far away. She couldn’t stop picturing her husband having.