“We can be, but you just said ‘Back to work.’ Maybe we should finish dusting this room at least?”She dismissively tossed the rag away over her... shoulder and wrapped her arms around my neck. I staggered backward against the wall as she kissed me passionately.“I guess not,” I managed to utter, when her lips briefly moved to my neck.That feels good... “You can clean me, now,” she murmured.I heard the creak of the upstairs wood floors as Aongus moved around in preparation for bed. A lighter set of. A restorative drink next, both ladies glad of the thoughtfully provided alcohol. Barry then aiding his wife from the thick underclothing that had protected her upper skin, those big floppy breasts drooping redly towards her naval, her huge flabby belly flopping over the still stinging sex hiding it from view, though they all knew it was dripping its secretions of lust. Red of face the cook stood then slowly turned to allow them all to see her shameful shape. Defiantly facing her mistress her. It made sense. We kept doing strech work stading up until we got on the floor and try to strech my legs in the hips section. There was definitely something to work there. Gary could not feel the muscle in my hip section because of the players i was wearing. The boxers and the shorts.- Would you mind taking off the shorts too? I know its weird but since we're all men and you're the only one with an appointment today, it would allow us to really find the issue in your hip section, he asked.I. She wanted to trace every line of it with her hands, or her tongue…she didn’t care which. That twinkle was still shining in his eyes as he wrapped a hand around his hard cock and stroked it a few times. His eyes never leaving hers. She wanted to scream out and beg him to finally fuck her, but his words echoed in her head and she let out a small whimper which turned to a stifled moan as he slid into her. ‘Good bloody hell,’ he whispered as his weight settle slightly on to her, held only a breath.