The Sunday Roast
A lady enjoys some weekend company
When she heard the footsteps downstairs in the hallway, Vicky knew what to expect and snuggled down into her duvet, wriggling with excitement. They’d arrived on time about an hour ago and she’d heard them downstairs, chatting casually to her husband as she fussed in the bedroom, preparing herself for them. She knew them both well. Of course, this was hardly the first time they had been together but it had been a while, an...