I was taking lunch at office canteen, eat bread, Maggie for breakfast and eat in hotel or company guest house for dinner.It was a lazy Sunday morning.... The previous night I watching TV and slept late. Naturally, I woke up only after nine in the morning. Prepared coffee read news paper and then went to take bath. As I was alone I had kept the bathroom door open. I filled two buckets of hot water from geyser in a red bucket and second in a green bucket. I was singing loud some Hindi song and. It got late, about 10pm and the talk started to veer towards meeting up, him coming round.. I knew where it was leading and so wanted him, yet it felt wrong. My c***d was in bed, I hadn't hoovered up or shaved my legs that day but yet my pussy was hungry for him. In between chats I showered, hoovered, tried to find something to wear.. something sexy.. god it had been so long since any man was adventurous enough to want me to wear anything tarty and I wanted this first meeting to be one he. I said I all make to reach the climax with my cock and placed it on her hole and tried to push it inside but it didn’t went inside then she took my cock in her hand and guided it into her love hole. What a surprise when she touch my pennies I grew more and more stiff. I pushed with some force it went a little this time I used a little more force. It tore her hymen I think she let a low scream as my parents were sleeping near by our room but I can see the pain in her face and eyes as she closed. In a way, it was a relief NOT to have to get home at a reasonable hour that week. The government issued a whole load of technical papers about Brexit in August and September. The August ones were utter codswallop. Crikey, the one about the Irish Border even suggested that firms should ask the Irish government any questions they might have! It was almost surreal, only the sure knowledge that the lunatics had indeed taken over the asylum, so it wasn’t my mind playing up, kept me sane. Trying to.