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There was one evening when I got home before Sandra and I was absolutely gagging for it. There’s no other way of putting it. My restored libido was to blame.
I did my best to get Jack and Lucy playing quietly together and then, as soon as Sandra came into the house, I pounced. She’d no sooner taken off her coat and hung it on the row of hooks in the hallway than I’d slapped her on her ample and very shapely backside.
“Get your a*s upstairs,” I said. “You’ve got some urgent work to do.”
She must have been shocked. I’d never before spoken to her like that, not even when our relationship had been fresh and passionate, so I wasn’t in the least surprised when she shot me a look that was meant to put me in my place in no uncertain terms.
But when her eyes met mine, the expression on her
