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Her husband had been absent from the Christmas table last year and it looked like he would be missing again this year. Diane glanced at the letter and visiting order that had arrived in the morning post. She would deal with them later. For now they could go in the drawer with the insurance policies and the unpaid bills.

She switched on the radio for the news. She liked to keep abreast of what was happening in the world. The final item made her smile. It was reported that hundreds of Beatles fans were sobbing in the streets of Liverpool, because tickets for the concert that evening had long since been sold. At thirty-four Diane was too old for The Beatles, preferring Jim Reeves and Shirley Bassey. Though she had to admit that their latest hit, She Loves You, was quite catchy.

Her thoughts turned to her two children. They had left for school quite happily for once, excited about Christmas already, though it was still only the twenty second of November.

She sat with her tea at the kitchen table still in her dressing gown. Today was Friday, so the insurance man was due. Running her http://www.izmirlitv.com/ hands through her thick blonde hair she wondered if she should get dressed properly. She was still wondering when the doorbell sounded.

Ted Randall, the man from the United Mutual transferred his bulk from front door to kitchen, breathing heavily.

*quot;Lift on the blink again, good job you only live on the third floor.*quot;

*quot;Don't know what we pay our rent for. Tea alright for you?*quot;

As Diane spooned two sugars into the mug of strong tea she felt him behind her.

*quot;God, Ted, you don't waste much time*quot; The outline of his already hard cock pushed against her buttocks as a hand slid inside her dressing gown to touch one of her small breasts. She felt his wet lips on her neck and smelt the combined scent of cigarettes and Old Spice aftershave.

*quot;You're a lovely woman Diane. Enough to drive a man crazy you are.*quot;

The mention of her name made her think of a song she'd heard on the radio. Mario Lanza singing about just wanting his girl to smile for him. 'Pity real life wasn't like that.'

*quot;I'm a married woman you know Ted*quot; She repeated it every time like a mantra. It only served to increase his desire.

Diane gasped as both hands cupped her breasts, his thick fingers rolling the long nipples into hard stalks. But as his tongue explored the entrance to her ear, she felt her body begin to respond. A response that had little to do with romantic desire. Just a need to remove for a while the dull ache she carried inside.

She sat on a kitchen chair to unfasten his pinstripe trousers. His cock was fat and small but very hard. Easing back the foreskin she ran her tongue across the weeping slit before taking him between her lips. 'At least he was clean and usually quick.'

Ted's hands held her head, pushing deep down her throat.

*quot;Go on love, take it all.*quot;

Then as his breath quickened, *quot;can I spunk on your face?*quot;

Diane grasped the hairy scrotum. Her fingers stroked the veined shaft pointing from the open fly of his business suit. She started to rub. Slowly at first, long strokes pulling the skin back from the angry purple head. Then gradually increasing speed until with a final groan Ted's cock began to spurt. She closed her eyes letting the semen plaster her face. Her wedding band glinted in the shine from the strip lighting's flickering tube.

She went into the small bathroom to wash. She waited there until she heard the flat door close.

The coins left on the table for insurance premiums were gone. The amounts had been neatly entered into her payment books. Beneath the empty mug was a five pound note.

The remainder of the day passed uneventfully. A shift on the supermarket till, then two excited children collected from her friend's house and brought home for supper and television.

At seven that evening she was back in her kitchen. She switched on the small portable for Radio Newsreel and listened with mounting horror to the solemn voiced announcer.

*quot;News has just come in that President Kennedy has been shot...It happened as the President was riding with his wife in an open car through the streets of Dallas, Texas...One eye witness said he saw blood on the President's head.*quot;

Diane recalled the item on the morning bulletin about the girls in Liverpool.

'Soon the whole world would be crying.'