’ I looked at the darkened topiaries hesitantly. I had heard that the gardens at this particular home were spectacular at any time of the day. I had...not been able to wander the maze yet and I had longed to have such a quiet solitary moment. ‘Just show me the way.’ I said eagerly. I followed her into the juniper entrance. In the gardens, alone deeply lost, she had kissed me in a way I believed only the Holy Mother could manage. It was tenderness that I had longed for and dreamed about through a. Shallow ragged breaths escapes her, her body exploding, she cries she out, sweet hot release encircling her, shaking as her body drains on her hand. Hands falling to her sides, she lays thinking of a erect cock she was grouping in the dark to find the small time piece and it showed 1.20am then Padma again slipped into a deep slumberArriving at work, Padma’s told there is someone waiting to see her in her office. Opening the door she sees a dark haired man with his back towards her. Hearing her. With just her lacy panties and bra left Daphne pranced toward the chair where Fred waited, stopping just outside of the blond boy's reach and jiggling her hips and breasts suggestively."Don't tease me, Daph," Fred begged, reaching for the red head as she swayed just out of his reach."Well, if you're ready for the next act," Daphne giggled, she reached back to unfasten her bra and held the fabric clear while her taut breasts bounced free of their prison. Daphne tossed her bra on top of the table. Clean and tidy but skinny and with no dress sense, she looked like a long-term singleton who was happy these days with her cats and the TV.She worked on her own in a tiny shop – no receptionist, even. And she was open on Saturday afternoons. I walked quickly round there, because time was marching on.She was open and the shop was empty. She was reading a magazine but leapt to her feet when I walked in. Glasses, wrinkles, pale complexion, dowdy white blouse and knee-length green skirt.“Mr, ah….”.