Open the tap to left the cold water drain,I just standing there with the water running, she Anne says listening to that I need a wee and off she goes,... then water stops running so I strips the tap, Bugga i thinks its one of the new type where you can't get the washer you have to buy a new tap,Anne comes back and I tell her whats wrong oh right can you fit me a new one, yes ok no problem, I will take you tomorrow and you can pick one, I'll put the water back on, ok thanks. I'm laid on my back. ’ Martin’s hands had now moved up from her hips and they slipped under the knitted top, each hand grasping a palm full of tit and nipple through the sleek nylon bra she wore beneath. She took in a couple of deep breaths with the sensations of his hands massaging her breasts as her husband answered. ‘Sure Deb, what is it you want?’ ‘W-e-l-l!’ she strung the word out as she savoured the effect Martin’s hands were having on her nipples, arousing them to stiff peaks. ‘You know how we hadn’t heard. How was I to explain this one to him? Could I walk passed him, nonchalantly, and hop into the shower? My hand settled gear shift, ready in case I decided to drive off. Ready for a fast getaway. Instead, I just sat there, immobile. Getting up my nerve to switch off the ignition, to enter the house. Sweat was building under my arm pits, on my palms -- even the soles of my feet.I closed my eyes, readying myself to face my husband. I decided I couldn't just tell him a story. I couldn't -- wouldn't. He couldn't take it anymore and said "I've got to fuck you". He got up and took his top off, now both of us fully naked. I walked round to the end of the bed and assumed my position - kneeling on the edge, legs apart, head on the mattress and my arse facing up to him. I love this moment of helplessness, being at his mercy, knowing what is about to come. I didn't have to wait too long as his hard cock was now pushing into me. I held firm, gritting my teeth as this time he managed to enter me. I.