Her relationship

Walking into the small, but warm and blue painted bedroom Tom spoke:

"What is it Roberta? What do you..."

Suddenly Tom's questions were answered as before him stood Roberta, but now clean and in blue lingerie. In her eyes - confidence, the kind only earned through hardship and risk.

"Don't act dumb Tom. You know I don't like it. Now get those pants off." - the firewoman said as she pulled Thomas by his hand and closed the door behind him.

A few moments later, they were both half naked. Tom remembered something else - he and Roberta had been dating, for a few months now. It started by jogging together and slowly grew. As Tom unclasped Roberta's bra and pulled down her panties, she sat down on her bed and beckoned him forth. Her hair threw down her said, her well trained and well worked abs and pelvis shining under the sunlight.

"Well? Show me if you've been keeping up with your exercise."

Her erect nipples and open legs were invitation enough. You dove in for your meal, as she writhed under your mouth.

As you two happily lay on the couch, cooling off on a hot spring day, Roberta slowly spoke:

"You know, I wonder if anything good can be made of Aaron. He seems the odd one out in the household, you know?"

You looked up to her happy face, black sports bikini barely concealing her tits nor her muscles, you pondered. You heard the keylock clack. Seems like Aaron is back home.