I went back to trimming the hedges. Moments later his wife Sara went out to gather the newspaper and proceeded to the back patio and lounge in her Adi...ondack chair. She was wearing a white T-shirt with some sort of slogan on it. It was long and drooped almost to the knees. At the time it was difficult to tell if she was wearing anything else. It was a sure thing that she was not wearing a bra, for as she was walking away I saw no straps. I waved and smiled at her, she returned gesture. I would. She turned and blushed. It was Dylan."Marissa right?" He said as if he was shy.She nodded. "Y-yes that's me." Hey look tonight I'm playing a big game against one of our biggest rivals, but what do you say tomorrow night you and I go out and maybe go to a movie or get something to eat?"Marissa stood there speechless. Dylan searched her face for some kind of answer. "Is that a yes or no?" He said playfully.She felt so dumbfound. "Uh it's a yes!" She yelped.He laughed quietly. "Oh Ok then you live. ‘Great timing,’ she said and I agreed. We talked about the museum and work. She asked me if I was gay. I chuckled and said, ‘No, I’m too ugly and have no mustache. Did any one say I was?’ ‘Yes, Darma and Lindy. Both flirted with you and got nothing back so that was their guess.’ ‘They flirted with me? Really? I never saw that.’ ‘That was what I told them, that you are oblivious.’ ‘That characterization hurts me even though it is true. I prefer distracted.’ ‘I will amend my observations. Sarah could now see Yvonne’s black and red lace thong, nestled between Yvonne's puffy pussy lips, glistening with moisture. A moan escaped from Sarah as she watched Yvonne slide the plug over Yvonne’s pussy and then deep into her pussy. Another moan escaped from Sarah as Yvonne moved closer to Sarah’s face. “Be quiet, my slave,” Yvonne moaned as she grabbed Sarah’s wet panties and shoved them in Sarah’s mouth. Sarah gagged but was at the same time overcome with desire. She could feel her.