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Matilda's return

... appropriately phallic-shaped wire brush upwards into the dark opening hole of the kitchen sink downpipe. “Good God,” Matilda mumbles again. The man has finished and was washing his hands in the sink. “Can I offer you a cup of real coffee?,” says Matilda, having quickly hurried to the kitchen counter as the plumber is packing his tools away in his box. “Oh yes, lovely, thanks,” the man says. As the big boy stands near the counter, Matilda squeezes past him, intentionally brushing her bottom again firmly against the front of his work trousers. Good God, feel that, she thinks, while remembering the short Asian stubs that she has grown tired of. Hell, I do need something like this just now. As she stirs the coffee mug, Matilda offers her ample bottom again to the trouser-front as she slowly reaches for the milk. Even after all her years, her bottom remains very attractive to her lovers, many of whom have told her so. Again this bottom brushes the bulging target of her attention at her back. While in no way a religious person, Matilda is in fact half praying that this boy has noticed her very obvious invitation. And, to her absolute joy, her prayer is quickly answered. The iron hands of the plumber now grab her small breasts, that are always bare under her dress, as the man pulls her back towards his hard thighs. She can feel the plumber’s iron tool even more now that it is pressing hard to separate the cheeks of her backside. “Thank you, God,” she mumbles, but not really meaning ...

... it. In one practiced move, the boy has flicked her filmsy house dress over to her back, exposing her devastating white bottom. She hears the boy catch his breath in surprise that she is bare down below as well. The plumber has pushed her down quickly onto the bench top that she has wiped very clean earlier. What a picture her attractive arse must be presenting as it now fully invites his attack. And the assault comes in a flash. It is good that her erotic preparatory scene-setting had set her moisture flowing, as the plumber’s hard steel-pipe-size penis has plunged into her, up to its hilt. “…God, easy, please!,” is all Matilda can scream and she cries out some more. This hunk of muscles is simply obliterating her from behind as the woman is pressed front-first onto the black marble counter. The hard pull and surge of the firm piston is a brand new sensation, not felt since her European youth, and Matilda is loving it for a change. It can go on forever for her but, despite of her wish, the huge size, the hardness and the boys urgency too soon sends Matilda’s head banging repeatedly into her forearms resting on the counter, as her loud cries echo in the big house and onto the sleepy suburban street next to it. The untiring boy still pumps away afterwards, unbearably persistent, until his loud grunting and jerking finish that fills her welcome with warm and fragrant flooding. Matilda helps to wipe the boy’s penis with kitchen paper as they stand together afterwards. It’s really ...