She showed up in jeans that hugged her butt and sent a tingle through my cock, I was showing her where she should start and as I walked past her from ...ehind my hand kinda brushed across her ass we both pretending it didn't happen but I saw a little rise in her eyebrows and a slight smile on her face, I went into the house and she started to work I was checking her out through the window as she was bending over to pull the weeds I felt a surge of power rush through my cock and I had to reach. Felicia akwardly sits slash crouches on my couch, constantly readjusting herself. "Would you prefer the floor Felicia?" I ask as politely as I can. "Yes please." She answers, her face relieved. I pick up the plates and set them on the floor. "There you go." I say, hoping she's comfortable. Felicia crouches in front of her food and leans her head down to catch a fish stick in her mouth. She delicately places both of her paws onto the portion outside of her mouth and holds it. I can tell she's. I know what he has in mind. Since he gave me pleasure I figure I should give him pleasure. Mr. Anders parts my ass cheeks and begins fingering my ass hole. He presses his finger in a little then pulls it out. I hear and feel him spit onto my hole. He presses his finger in further. It takes a while but eventually his finger is moving in and out of my hole with ease. Mr. Anders reaches over to the tackle box and takes something out. I feel a liquid drip on to my ass. “This will make it. But I grabbed her waist and pulled her back down, and switched on the dome light inside the car.She asked, “What happened?” I stared at her big boobs for a couple of seconds and said, “Take off your top. I want to see your boobs.” She gave a smile at me and asked, “Why? You haven’t seen my boobs before?” I shook my head and said, “No. Not this big. Remove your kameez right here, right now.”She tilted her head and gave a broader smile. She then lifted her buttocks, pulled up her kameez, removed.