She rubbed it against her left tit, letting it send waves through her. It rested there only a few seconds until Sara found her sensitive nipple. ?Oh...fuck, that feels good.? She was not used to saying such things. She had been raised to be a good girl. In fact she still was. She worked and took care of her daughter, and barely went out. When she did, it was with her girlfriends, and they just went out to dinner, the movies or for coffee. One night they went to see some stand up comedians. This didn't prevent me from using the land except two places where there were gates. The price had been reduced significantly which was satisfactory with me.Ben's receptionist announced that Mr. Wainwright and his attorney were in the conference room, so Ben and I went in also.After the hand shaking and greetings were complete, I sat across from Wainwright saying, "Let's get this done so I can work on some other property."We did all the signing and I wrote a great big check. Wainwright's lawyer. A few minutes later he came into the bathroom wearing nothing but the boyshorts.I said "Very nice. They look better on you, than me." Rick and I are both about the same height, (5' 10") but he is about 170 lbs and I am 190 lbs. I wear the weight well. What I mean is the weight is distributed on my body to the point that I don't look fat. But, of the two of us, Rick had the better body, in my opinion.Rick said "Thanks. Well, you were right about how they feel like a hand that is lightly. " Oh, thank you sir," she simpered as she opened my shirt and pushed it down off my shoulders and then with her hands upon my back she held me to her.The unaccustomed ease with which I ploughed her, the feel of her unimpeded by prophylactic, and even the thin London Rubber company sleeves I habitually used spoiled my pleasure to an extent, but glans to womb and slippery with desire I was in heaven."What's you name girl?" I asked her.She looked confused, and then understood "Lola sir," she said,.