He swished the rattan through the air menacingly, while his lodger eased herself down over the edge of the bed, a red line clearly visible on her butt...ocks. Mr Buckhouse liked what he saw. He liked it a lot. He felt his cock stiffening as he surveyed the submissive posterior so wilfully displayed to him. He could even see the treasure beyond; her inviting pleasure zones. To cap it all, the little minx was wearing stockings and suspenders. She obviously had a great sense of occasion. “Let’s get. Maybe 20. Diet time for sure. Nonetheless, I was not unattractive. I should state that more positively. I was attractive. I still had great legs, my best feature.Why, then, was Larry so uninterested? We had been married for six years. For the first year or two, sex had been great, but it had tapered off. I expected that, but I didn't expect the taper to go quite so far. We had not had sex in three months. We were just too used to each other. There didn't seem to be any passion left. I had hoped. Trees lined the white fences that surrounded the roadside boarder, and a private golf course led up to the back decking, covered on both sides by forest. They walked around to the side door of the house, where wooden furniture surrounded a small fire pit. A hot tub gurned and moaned against the fluttering of birds in the branches above. He turned the handle to open the door, and she grabbed his shoulder and turned him. “Hey,” she said sweetly, “well! Kiss me!” she complained playfully; he. Stepping from the shower she wrapped her body in a towel and went back to the bedroom and opened the locked wardrobe and looked at all her fetish clothes and dressing up clothes and smiled. After John had passed she had wanted to sell it all but too many memories were there and she kept it and tried it on when Karen was out of the house. Running her hand along the clothes she picked out a rubber car suit and tried it on, after a lot of squeezing and sucking in off her breath she finally got the.