I slide my fingers beneath the top of my panties and see Lisa’s face, smiling at me, she knows what’s coming next. Before I know it, they’re cir...ling Lisa’s pussy and everything becomes a blur, my fingers feeling her pussy but my pussy feeling her fingers. We’re loving each other, intrinsically linked where the pleasure I give to her in my head is given to me in reality. We kiss as we play with one another, then I move my lips down to her breasts, kissing, licking, nibbling the erect buds on. Smith was what some people would call a Hawk. Mrs. Smith was what most folk would call a Dove, I guess opposites do attract. The Smith’s had two sons one had moved to Canada to avoid the draft and the other was in Leavenworth for desertion. Mr. Smith blamed Mrs. Smith for making the boys sissies as he called them but they would not get a divorce since they were both Catholic. I enjoyed working for Mr. Smith since I learned a lot about houses and business but I especially enjoyed working for. She let out a surprised gasp as, for a second, she fell forward once again, no longer supported by her hands, but as he pulled her arms back, his hands gripping her wrists, her hands gripping his she caught herself and was pulled level again, her hair falling about her face as he again picked up the pace, pushing the thick length of his cock in and out of her, bouncing her forward with each powerful slam of his body into hers.Being held up like this was by no means as comfortable as she had. " Walking over, I flipped on the light, but it didn't come on. Figures, I thought. "I'll get you a bulb." I can get that, Stan. Believe it or not, I can change a light bulb," she said with a laugh."I didn't offer to change it for you, I was just going to get you the bulb." I winked, then opened the door to the fridge and immediately closed it. As the stale odor hit my nose, I looked up and saw her smiling at me. "And some spray cleaner."She laughed, a pleasant, honest sound I liked to.