We may be very different sizes. I don’t think that matters as much as I know you’re a nice bloke. Repairing Mary’s car last week was an example....You’re not her boyfriend. Alan is. Yet you sorted her car out for her.”“Alan would have done it if he’d been there, Sarah.”“But you’re not Alan.”I looked at Sarah.“Alan is my friend. Mary’s my friend. Why shouldn’t I do something simple for Mary when Alan wasn’t there? Alan won’t mind.”“I know. Alan doesn’t think of you as a threat to his relationship. " I only want the best for her, and for you. Now go clean your face, and go out there and smile for all your customers. I'll talk to you tomorrow; send me your schedule so I know when it's OK to call you."I could hear a forced smile in her voice as she promised she would, and I let her go back to work.I heard from her several times during the day, and called her myself a couple times. I told her where to meet me, and she told me when she'd be there. I passed that on to Naltort, who promised a. Let me describe her a bit. She is a svelt Latina with blonde hair and generous size tits. I'm not going to pretend I know the cup size...but my wife has Cs and Martha's are larger. Martha works out a lot...and for a woman in her mid-40s, is in excellent shape. In short, she is a totally hottie. But let's not stop there. Martha has the sexiest kisses I have ever known. She gets me heard every time we kiss. I have come home more than once with cum stains in my underwear. We spend hours kissing in. "I forgot to pack a bottle." "Um... sure," he said, smiling shyly. Ian knew he would have to take the bag off his lap and hoped that she didn’t notice his cock. Ian took the bag off his lap and rummaged though it to find his water bottle. Lauren’s eye darted to his crotch, and she smirked when she saw a bulge in his jeans. Luckily for her, he didn’t notice. Ian found his water bottle and passed it to Lauren. She took a huge gulp; some of the water ran along the edge of the bottle and trickled.