She was already there when he got in from work, lying on her belly on the bed, her soft grey fur dressing gown folded tight under her slender body, its folds accentuating her younger tightly wrapped firm form. He traced her with his tired old eyes from the small of her back rising over the inviting mound made from her flourishing buttocks musing over her hairy slim legs as they rocked slowly and invitingly back and forth.

He sat down in the chair opposite the bed asking her how her day had been, and rolled a cigarette as he always did... Show more