You’re a walking fantasy and my cock is now fully erect. “God, honey, you look awes...,” your icy glare silences me. “I’m sorry…… Mist...ress Red, you look incredible.” “Good boy, I can see that you’re impressed, what would you like me to do for you?” “Oh babe, I mean Mistress, I want you to suck and fuck me.” You come close and lean down, stroking my cock and whispering in my ear, “Too bad….,” you continue stroking me, “but if you’re an obedient boy, I may let you cum.” My cock engorges. Bloody hell, why can’t women go out on to the lawn and have it out just like men would. at least real men. Funny thing about that, though, you don’t hear much about punch-up between men these days. That’s bad, because if men don’t get it out of their systems they’ll be early candidates for heart attacks, reasoned Matt Curtis, bush philosopher. ‘May I take no answer to mean acceptance?’ Courtney had asked over the breakfast table. Patricia had not yet appeared. ‘Sorry dear. My mind just wandered. Either way the show was over. I walked in the house to find my hubby and some relief. He was a little surprised to see me walk in with just my bikini bottoms on. I guided him between my legs and he eagerly began to lick me, commenting on how wet I was. As he licked me I told him about Tim watching me and the show I put on. He wasn’t mad at all but grateful for how horny I was. After my 1 st orgasm Sam took his cloths off laid me down and slid his hard cock into my wet pussy. Sam fucked me. He didn't expect to reach that goalpost of life expectancy but it didn't bother him very much. His soul-mate Molly had passed the previous winter from some unexplained virus that no doctor was able to pin down with a nice-sounding title.His body was ample evidence of the numerous close shaves he had gotten into with the knife scars and the bullet holes and even the flattened part of his skull where he was crowned with a hundred year old brick launched by a defective blasting cap purchased from.