I told him I saw him anal fucking my wife the other day in the back seat of our van. He did not deny it and he said he did indeed do that. I asked him...how long has he been doing that and he told me a month now. He told me it started one day when he was walking to his car and heard moaning from our car and he looked in the window and saw Linda in the back seat masturbating. She saw me watching and I guess that turned her on more and she rubbed her pussy harder and faster. She came and asked if I. He studied her firm tits, bulging from her tight sweater, and her long, slender legs. His cock was now straining against his pants."What kind of cookies do you have?" he asked."I'll show you," she answered. She noticed his hardened cock and it excited her. She extended the assortment of cookies to him, unable to remove her eyes from his bulge. Her pussy was beginning to heat up."No, I don't think I want any of those cookies. I want your other cookie."He knocked the boxes out of her hand, swept. ’ ‘Do your job. If you don’t mind, I’ll prepare myself. I have to leave in an hour to go to a meeting with a client.., actually an author who is.. let’s say a strange bird. Will you finish for an hour, boy?’ Mike looked at the woman with a badly hidden anger. He was a professional and his age was definitely not a proper measurement of his technical abilities. ‘Yes, madam! I’ll do my best to...’ Sally unbuttoned her white shirt. ‘I think the problem might be here!’ Her hands were caressing. The thick black fabricYellow fluorescent rings circling their wrists.Heavy duty gloves.The array of tools attached to their belts and chest.The yellow hats with visors.And the badge. Let’s not forget the badge.You couldn’t miss them at all, and what was worse, one of them was a woman.“What the fuck!” exclaimed Melissa, once more.“Madam, your neighbour called us out. Smoke was coming from your kitchen window. We saved the kitchen but I’m afraid the toaster is buggered.”Melissa nodded..