Smith in bewilderment, wearing his signature plaid shorts and faded US Army t-shirt.“Oh, hi, Mr. Smith,” said Susie cheerily, looking over at him ...rom beneath Jim as he shagged her, his balls slapping her ass vigorously.“Oh fuck! Mr. Smith!” exclaimed Bob in mortification, struggling to put his cock away.“What is going on over there, Harold?” calls Mrs. Smith from their backyard.“Stay over there, Martha. I’m handling this,” commanded Mr. Smith gruffly. He looks down in disbelief at the tableau. They wandered out through the kitchen into a utility room that contained the washing and drying machines, plus a very large sink for oversized things."This is the maids room. Servants only. We don't go in there." What, someone lives in there?" No, we just let them keep it how they want. They have lunch in there. Snooze, you know. And through here is the way out to the patio. Come on, I'll show you!" she giggled, bounding out through the French doors and onto the cobbled ground. "And right. "How 'bout this?" Getting better." she said with a grin.He let his hand slowly traverse down her chest and stomach until it met up with her hairy mons. "How 'bout this?" he asked."I'm getting hotter," she said. Letting her hand work down his chest and stomach which was above her, "and you're getting harder."Michael scooted her up onto the bed a little and brought his face down into her muff. He let his nose gently brush against her sweet spot as he buried his face between her lips and began. I was very turned on by this, as I continued my way around the store and lunch hour had ended I walked up to the store clerk, or owner. He was short, balding, probably in his fifties and I noticed he had on very short shorts when I came in and I wanted a better look after all of that.I started the conversation off by saying he must see some amazing sex in this place and it was good for him to not interfere. He said the majority of his customers are regulars or at least frequent visitors and.