His cock started to rise as she pulled her shirt up and started rubbing it on her belly, then breasts. “Mr. G, I’m wondering if you can do me a b...g favor, since no one's home,” she bent over at the waist, her legs remaining perfectly straight with her ass aimed at his face, and pulled her sweats down, revealing an immaculate literally bright pink pussy. It was framed by the infamous yellow crotch-less lace panties. “Did I miss any spots shaving?” Her head was between her slightly spread. Her fat booty giggled all around and I just wanted to take her right then and there but I couldn't. My dick was hard as fuck already. I ignored her by purposely dying and yelling at the tv, "What the fuck man! Bitch ass lag switch, no life having ass motherfucker, stupid fucking hoe!"Nicole grew incredibly inpatient with me crawling around steady and slowly sexy as ever. Her big natural titties almost popping out of her tied in the front white dress shirt with her nipples hard and no bra on.. This isn't too bad, I've worn these before, James thought. As he tried toforce his head through the tiny opening, his fake breasts bobbled up anddown. He blushed at the feeling, but Pamela only smiled more brightly. Hefinally managed to pull it on, and he marveled at the tight feel of it.It was much better than a guy's shirt.By the time he was done with the shirt, his stepmom had already pickedout a matching pink miniskirt. "Pink suits you so well!" she told him.By now, James was actually. If anyone were to notice the couple in the nondescript red brick house with the double car garage who had just kind of "showed up" in the neighborhood one day, they'd have just assumed that we were a happily married couple that kept to ourselves.Some would have made the attempt to welcome us to the neighborhood and we would have done whatever we needed to do to appease their welcome, but we wouldn't have "integrated" into the group. We had no idea how long we'd be there, and our work wasn't.