It was you all along?

Chapter 2

"Vickers I'm home" Kennel called, taking the keys out of the handle.

"Hey sweetie, I'm in the kitchen making dinner." He sounded happy. Way too happy.

"Okay," she pulled out her phone and sat down on the living room couch.

She decided to pass the time she'd scroll through Twitter. Laughing hysterically at memes made for old people. She was in her 50s.

Eventually, Vickers called her for dinner. He made a beef pot roast and potatoes. Kennel's favorite.

"So how was your first day, did anyone give you any problems?" He chewed the meat in a gross old person way. Smacking his lips and not even covering his mouth with his hands as he talked.

"Uh no it was fun actually," she ate in the same way, improperly.

"That's good" he paused to swallow, "how do you like the other gym teachers? They treating you right?" He picked up a cut of potato with his fork and began to chew slobbingly again.

Kennel paused. Paused talking, paused chewing, paused breathing.

She thought about Baker. His gross bulging skin on his calves, his buff abdomen, and his hairless body.

Just the thought of him wrild her up. She began to shuffle her feet around with Vickers.

"Heh, someone's I little feisty tonight" he opened his mouth and grinned, still chewing.

She slid her foot up higher, entering the foot of his jeans. He adjusted his lwgs so her long toenails wouldnt scratch at his skin.

He gave her alittle growl and got up. He went to her side of the table and picked her up her thighs. She looped her arms around his neck and started to kiss at his double chin.

He opened the door to their shared bedroom and plopped her on the bed. She took off her shirt and he took off his.

He got on top of her and caged her in with his arms. They both started to furiously make out, leavjng them both breathless.

"Oh, I almost forgot" Vickers broke the kiss to catch his breath and grab a headband from the bedside drawr.

The headband had cat ears on it. Yeah. Cat ears.

Kennel blushed and put her forearm over her eyes. She sighed a breathy sigh and put on the headband, slightly pushing her thinning hair back.

Vickers didnt even have to prepare her, for he wasnt that big down there. He inserted, thrusting all the way in.

Kennel gripped onto his back, nails sinking in deeper and deeper as he kept going in and out. Her moans were quiet-ish.

It doesnt feel as good as it normally does? She thought.

Vickers, thrusted into Kennel, going almost balls deep.

"G-go-d kennel~ mngh~" Vickers moaned, releasing into her dry, old, wrinkled, pussy.

"Angh~ Baker~" she screamed

Vickers confused tired face made Kennel blush more. How she would kill for the man on top of her to be Baker. Vickers isn't doing it for her anymore.

She thought he was fun at first, with his weird kinks, but now shes used to it. Theyv'e done everything and its boring to redo it hundreds of time.

"B-baker?" he exhaled sharply.

"Baker-Y" she pronounced the y louder.

"I feel like going to the bakery tonight or tomorrow, you know maybe get some cake~ or cupcakes~" she cooed.

Vickers face was bloodshot, his eyes widening and she hooked her arms around his neck and started to kiss him.

After sickenly sloppy kisses, and licks, they fell into shameless sleep. She slept on his chest while he held her close.

"Goodnight my love" he said when he noticed her breathing pattern going steady.

He kissed her head and closed his eyes, knowing they should've waited til Saturday, for they have work tomorrow.