"But you surely know that we are not quite in Andrew Lloyd-Webber's league. Our salaries are more modest than I'm sure you're accustomed to." Ah, yes....Well, no need for us to worry about such details, of course. I'm sure my agent will be able to come to a suitable arrangement." Providing we are indeed interested in your services," I said."I assure you," Joan said with one eyebrow raised, "my services will definitely interest you." Perhaps," I said guardedly. I waited for her to open her dark,. The woman stood up. She was a forty something woman, thin and with apink dress that looked straight out of the 1950s. Her makeup wasrunning down her face from all the crying. Upon seeing her closer, onecould say that she was more than thin. Her complexion led to believethat she had lost all hope in life and in anything she cared for.Despite this, she was still a lovely woman, what with her long blondhair and her big bust, which was easily seen as being a double D cup.As she got closer to her. Anyway, Linda is a very successful realtor living in San Diego, and we hadn’t seen her since our wedding day. We exchanged Christmas cards and photos, and the s****rs called each other, but that was it, until last month. I don’t get to travel as often as I used to (damned FAX machines!), so when I was assigned a trip to San Diego, I called Tina right away, and suggested she join me so she could visit her s****r. Tina wanted to surprise Linda, so we didn’t announce our arrival, and instead, we. Her hands are pressed against my rock hard cock. She looks up at me with begging eyes. I look down, past her face to her perfect breast topped with pointy nipples that I am just eager to suck.Melody, with her little fingers, are able to undo my button on my jeans and then pulls down the zipper a little. I can’t help laugh. I slowly pull my hands away and she finishes unzippering my pants and with my bulge throbbing against her fingers, she pushes my pants and underwear down to my feet. My.