Luckily even i became one of them due to this project she used to talk to me chat with me irrespective of the time and she also introduced me to her f...mily who were very open minded and warm so i dint have any problem to have a good interaction with her.Since she wears all body fitting clothes i always had an eye on her she has a stats of 34-26-34 may be that makes her get that hour glass structure even she notices me eying her more often but just give me a smile and continues with her workOne. Her weight settled onhis lap. She pulled her sweater up over her large titsand moved his hands up from her hips. He squeezed bothat the same time. Iris moaned. Her body moved side toside and up and down on him.“You can do your thing inside me if you like. It’s allright. I’m on the pill.”“The pill?”“Yeah. My Mom put me on it when she found out.”“Found out what?”“How much I like to fuck.”“You like it?”Iris. As I sat nursing my cocktail, the front door opened and a woman about sixty walked into the lounge. I was thirty-four at the time. She was 5' 2" tall, slender, with jet black long hair done up in a bun on top of her head. She was wearing a Chinese coat and pants suit. It was gold and red with black and blues accenting here and there. She wore Chinese slipper shoes. There were about six bar stools separating the old man and myself. I watched the woman in the large mirror behind the bar. She was. Mark was forced to agree. He loved her still, he knew that, but still and all too often, memories of her lovely figure, mounted by that evil dog and responding to the rape of her pure body surfaced in his thoughts. He knew in his heart that she had been the victim of the act, but he found it too hard to forgive her reacting sensually to the dog's huge, driving cock. Mark shook himself, swearing he would make himself forget it. Yes, when he returned, he would rekindle their love, take her to bed.