He leaned back, away from her. She tried to cover herself with her arms; he gently pulled her arms away and over her head where he held both of her wr...ists in one hand. With the other hand he stroked her face, leaning across her and kissed her taking her mouth almost forcibly. His free hand slowly moved down her body, between her breasts, over her rounded abdomen, and down to her wet pussy, he could feel his prick throb when he felt just how wet she was. He slowly moved his hand so that his. And, oh yes, the grocery delivery people, they’ve been inside – although they tend to leave the bags outside the door now. Because of the lockdown.”“The lockdown, yes. That was probably the reason they stayed outside.” A couple of tiny vertical lines appeared on her forehead, just above her nose, as she pondered that. I recognised them. It’s how she looked when she was in doctor mode.“Speaking of them, I’ve ordered another delivery,” she continued. “I emptied your fridge and binned everything. Just like the journey into Wakefield, I was looking out of the window at all the people walking up Westgate. Their costumes looked fantastic but all I could think about was what awaited me when I got home. Chris took this opportunity to pick up where he left off and immediately pulled my panties to the side before reinserting his index and middle finger into my love tunnel. Again, he was slowly pumping my pussy with his fingers. His fingers were like magic and in the heat of the moment; I let. Tits, cocks, cunts. He clicked on cocks and the folder opened to show dozens of screenshots of cocks of all shapes, sizes, and colours. The other two folders showed several pairs of tits, and cunts, bald, trimmed, and hairy. It was obvious Cathy was not new to this secret life of hers.Ken's next port of call was the history folder. It was all the usual stuff, shopping websites, and Facebook. Then a whole list of entries called ‘slutchat’.A couple of clicks and he was on the site. In the top.