Her husband had made it home, she thought as she slowly opened her eyes. Her not to large breasts were clearly visible to him. From the sway of her small breasts he knew she still hadn’t bothered with a bra. The leer was still in his eyes. Her cunt ached from the massive intrusion; her pussy lips were getting tender with each new stab. “What an ass?” He said approvingly when her panties were discarded with the slacks. Fran tried not to look, but her curiosity got the best of her. “It’ll be after the storm passes.” The man made no move to turn and go up the stairs. He could feel his cock begin to stir. Her pussy was on fire. Instinctively she stepped back and lost her footing on the step. Something deep inside her though told her she would probably make another appointment with him, just so she could say she took it all.
