I've had criticisms about the character having 46 DDDs, and being a cow. Guess what, I AM a 46 DDD. Thank you for the compliment.
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Further tales of me and Eli.
It must have been about 6 am when we heard pounding on the door. Eli had had enough of a presence of mind to lock the bedroom door when he slipped into bed last night. I was suddenly glad. I was on my hands and knees with tears pouring down my face as Eli pounded from me behind. My tears were of ecstasy, it felt so good. He'd told me he knew of a technique that hit that g-spot deep within me. He stopped moving as he answered the kids through the door. "Yes, honey?"
"Daddy, can we watch tv?" came the little voice of his young daughter. I groaned, knowing where this was going. "Are you hurting Katie." I buried my face in the pillow under my elbows and stifled a laugh.
"Yes, honey, go ahead and watch television. No, I'm not hurting Katie. She's just fine."
"What are you doing?" the voice insisted.
"Something you'll understand when you're older," he replied. "And hopefully married," he muttered under his breath.
"Okay," the little voice piped up again. Silence soon reigned and I picked my face up off the pillow and wiggled my hips. He was still hard and I wanted him to finish. He slapped my bare backside with his hand and resumed his pounding. We both soon came and collapsed forward, him on top of me. He kissed my shoulder.
"So, do you want to go steady?" Eli asked. I laughed and eased my way out from under him. I grabbed my gear and headed for the master bathroom. I washed the smell of sex off my body and couldn't help but daydream about last night. I exited the shower and found himself standing there watching me. "Could you wait to get dressed. I love nothing more than to watch a woman getting dressed, well, almost nothing more," he asked with a wicked grin.
When he returned from his shower I was starting my dance with the pantyhose. He laughed as I finished pulling them up my legs and started hopping around to get the crotch up into place. I picked up my bra and put it on, it was a front loader and he watched me hook it up in front. I pulled my green dress and strappy high heels out of my bag. He finished watching me dress and he turned toward his dresser to pull out his own clothes. He dressed in his Sunday best as well.
We exited the bedroom and rounded up the kids, I herded them into their room and got them dressed while he fixed breakfast. We came out all spit and polished as he delivered bacon, eggs, and hash browns. He was a good cook! We met up with my Mom and his ex-wife at church. All went well until everyone heard across the rectory grounds, "So you fuck the babysitter under the same roof as our children?!"
