He looked her up and down, noticing her slim yet curved figure. Her breasts were showing through the thin material, probably silk. Her face was beauti...ul, her lips were neatly but sharply defined and her diamond eyes shot right through him. Her cheekbones were also defined, and she had a large, oval shaped face. ‘Well, manwhore, are you going to stare at my tits all day or walk with me?’ she snapped. ‘Sorry!’ he cried regretfully. Walking through the mall area, people stopped to greet and bow. " Before we go down there, we need to put on our green berets."Carissa, known as Hazel when not in her French Maid outfit, met us at the door, smiling. "She's really looking forward to this, and asked me to help. I helped her make up her face, but some of the glow comes from inside her. Sometimes, I worry that she thinks she looks worse than she does. No one that determined could be unattractive."Perhaps I had been taking counsel of my fears. When I entered Marie's bedroom, my first impression. He starts off fast surprisingly. My pussy contracts around his cock. He's very girthy, I feel him stretching me out. When he moves out, he pauses to give my face a little slap. My eyes squeeze shut and he laughs."Fuck you're so sweet and sexy," he admires. He reenters me slowly now and sees that I like it better.I moan as much as I can. He pulls out to flip me over onto my knees. My face is buried in the duvet, ass up ready to be spanked.He hits me hard, then harder, and the third time is. It seemed to be okay. My cock was very hard, but I wasn't shy about that anymore. I was going to fuck Mrs. Wilson again and she wanted it to be hard.I walked up to their back door and knocked on it lightly several times. Mrs. Wilson had actually been by a window in the kitchen watching me walk to their house through the split in the curtain. I was surprised when she was instantly standing in front of me. Mrs. Wilson opened the door, looked me up and down, stared at the bulge in my jeans.