She half-moon eyelids betrayed her pleasure at watching me on my knees, sucking her fingers clean. I was so wet I could hardly control myself. She shi...ered and her large breasts shivered too. ‘Ok, how about helping me with these tights, little doll. Aren’t you dying to see how wet you’ve made my pussy?’ She lifted her beautiful curved hips up off the chair, and I pulled her tights down. Her thighs were as perfect as the rest of her, I honestly couldn’t find a flaw on her. Every inch of her was. Helen and I would be by his side. Encouraging him every day, pushing the boundaries to his abilities. Taking that extra step, to his goal.He began to work out on his upper body. Every morning, when I finished my morning run, we would work out together. Supporting him, pushing him to his next objective.We had builders and carpenters in the house. Had to bring contractors from Larnaca. Everyone was busy in the village. “We have too much work, too busy to take on any new projects”, that is what. ” I whispered, meekly. “Oh my,” she exclaimed, staring between my legs completely unashamed, “you really needed to go, I can see that!” “Erin!” I hissed. “What?” She seemed genuinely surprised at my tone of voice. “Could you please give me some privacy?” “Oh,” she giggled, just as my bladder was finished emptying and some last drops leaked out, “sorry. Of course.” And then she patted my thigh and told me to “have fun!” I groaned, my whole body flushed with embarrassment. Did this girl have no. Let us say …original.Roger and his wife Lucy arrived on time. Roger, like me, was in his usual white shirt, tie and black cotton trousers. Lucy wore a simple thin cotton dress. It was somehow held up by thin straps and fell in front of her like a d**** hanging from her large tits. One could see the narrow outline of a thong already bunched up in her asscrack. She wore her black hair up in a bun. Andrea wore a pink blouse and a black mini skirt barely covering her wide asscheeks. I had grabbed.