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"Yes," I agreed, as I wriggled from my trousers, "Yes!"
We couldn't, there wasn't any room even with the chairs under the table, "Lounge!" she ordered.
"Over the couch?" I suggested.
"No on the rug face to face," she said.
That's how we ruined the sheepskin hearth rug by getting cum on it, fucking in front of the fireplace, Pattie in her back, me doing all the work and then just when it all seemed perfect she hit me with it.
"Do you love me?" she asked.
"For gods sake what a time to ask that?" I said.
She pushed me away just as I started cumming, great spurts of stuff all over that bloody rug.
"Pattie!" I protested, "Don't be such a drama queen."
"You don't love me!" she pointed
"Yes I do," I countered, "I only just realised, "Can we clean the rug do you think?"
"No, it's ruined," she said, "I just can't believe you just came over a rug instead of inside me!"
"Pattie!" I exclaimed.
"You'll have to go down on me and bring me off!" she said, "I need to cum Brian!"
"I'm pretty good with my fingers," I said, "But Pattie," I added, "I'm getting hard again."
"Good," she said, "Forget the Coffee let's go to bed."
We raced upstairs, she flung back the duvet on the spare bed and lay back with her arms outstretched as I followed and gently eased her thighs apart with my knees before ducking my head to kiss her, she held me firmly, her eyes sparkled now, her whole body taut with anticipation ready to relax and let me claim her, and she reached between us to guide my straining erection into her sopping hole.
"Mmm," she cooed as I slid gently inside, "Nice!"
I kissed her again silencing her as I ground against her pelvis making her gasp in time to my rhythm as she worked her muscles to squeeze me at the end of each thrust, it was nearly perfect, except I was knackered, I'd already cum three or was it four times and there are limits, I didn't want to cum too soon though I doubted I had anything left to cum with so I just floated along on a wave of ecstasy until without conscious thought I started to cum..
"Don't go to sleep on me," she counselled and yawned, as my chest flopped onto her breasts but she relented and added, "Ohhhh that's so nice, you can go to sleep now."
I woke a while later, I was shattered, Pattie by contrast was full of life, she had removed her makeup, found a sensible nightdress, laid out my clothes for he day, at least her idea of the clothes for the day except she had Tuesday's tie instead of the chequer one, and was fixing breakfast, perfect except it was ten thirty and I usually get to work at seven.
"But you looked so happy," she explained when I complained, "I thought we could have a quiet morning, you know just you and me?"
"Oh my god!" I spluttered, "Don't tell me you switched the alarm off?"
She looked worried, "Sorry," she said sheepishly.
"Oh hell!" I exclaimed
I dressed ridiculously quickly and dashed from the house, I sprinted to the corner and down towards the main road, somehow expecting to find a Taxi, there was a bus heading my way so I leapt aboard, found I didn't have my oyster card or the right fare, only just avoided smashing the idiot drivers idiot teeth down his idiot throat and ran towards town, I must have run a mile before I found a Taxi and then when eventually when I arrived at the Bank no one had missed me.
I checked my diary, checked my emails, I don't have a p.a. as such, my work is largely reactive and unstructured, changing with the whim of the stock markets and exchange rates, just one missed appointment, I rang to apologise and then just about collapsed in my chair.
I rang home, there was no answer, a bad sign, so I cancelled my two o'clock meeting and went home.
Pattie was still there, down in the cellar, with my mother and father, she was naked, Pattie that is not mother, and the couldn't have heard me come back.
"Gordon, concentrate!" Mother was saying.
