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Joyce Dickinson part 10
Date: 8/20/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: Les1111, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
hard...and I mean hard!" "Ok Joyce...sure" "Ok...good. And keep it at 'joyce'. From now on, I'm in charge...and no more 'Aunty' shit...ok" "Yyyes...ok.....Joyce" Twenty minutes later they were drying off in the bedroom, both satisfied from there mutually satisfying shower fuck. Afterwards they had soaped each other down, and Joyce had given Robbie a cock wash with her mouth. She loved blowing him, and thought her self a quick learner, to an art she had had no previous experience. Robbie wasn't complaining either. "Right...here's the plan. Get your bags packed again, I'll pack mine. Then, I'll ring the insurance and your mum. Then depending on what the insurance says, we'll make it a bit worse than it is. I've new for old cover, so I might as well get as much done as I can. See all of this shit...." she said pointing at all the nick nacks and photos..... "....these are all going....when I'm done here, it'll be all new...and all...me! My ideas....my 'style'. Get going...I'll meet you down stairs in fifteen minutes." "Ok boss" Robbie saluted. "Your getting the idea, Robbie. And keep that cock hard coz I might need it at any time. Heehee. Do you like the new 'me'?" "Just getting used to it...it's a bit...scary haha" "Don't worry...so am I " Robbie went to his room, packed his recently unpacked clothes and was down stairs in five minutes. He wondered if he should get his cock out and get it hard. He ... wasn't sure if he liked 'not' being in control. Joyce pulled on a pair of old cotton knockers, joggers, comfy bra, and a tee shirt. She vowed to herself that she would spend two hundred quid by the weekend on new underwear and all this old stuff was going in the bin....with the carpets. Her two phone calls were similar, but different. Both were met with messages, Sylvia's phone going straight to voicemail and the insurance company call, going to the full rigmarole of going through all the options to find yourself in a queue to actually speak to someone. Her call to Sylvia was easy....leaving a brief message of events, and asking her to ring her. The second call, more problematic, taking nearly 15 minutes before she got to speak to someone 'alive'. The call, however, was relatively painless. The man she spoke to, spoke very good English and his instructions and sympathy were just what Joyce needed to here. He told her she could move into a hotel, for a defined period until the house had been assessed and was safe to move back into. They would have someone there the following day and things would move very very quickly. She was delighted. Downstairs Robbie felt like a bit of a spare prick at a wedding. He was embarrassed and felt very uncomfortable. Joyce cheered him up when she eventually came downstairs. "Ok, house wrecker...lets get to work...." He stood up and dropped his shorts, thinking she wanted fucked again.... "Haha....you dork...later maybe...heehee." She ...