Did Betsy know she'd arranged a date between Sandra and her handsome son? Maybe not. Probably not. Who would know?"Do you think Betsy set us up?" she ...sked.Mark considered that, watching Sandra's eyes. "No. I don't. I never even knew where she works. I met her through Henry." So what did Betsy say about me?" Sandra asked cautiously."She said you get daydreamy in the afternoon, and your nipples swell like hen's eggs when you thing about sex." She did not!" Sandra blushed hotly, mostly because it. He pours some on my back. He begins to spread it around with the brush. He continues to coat me, pouring more and spreading more. The sauce is cold and the brush tickles. He spreads my ass cheeks and sauces up my sensitive anus. Then he begins to cover my thighs, and down my legs to my ankles. He puts down napkins where I should step, and I follow to the grill. The fire is already going. The tips of the flames are above the metal mesh. I look up and see that some smoke is collecting, but the. Over the girdle I wore pair of lace panties.I'd chosen a slip with adjustable shoulder straps since I was not sureabout the length of my maid's uniform and a slip hanging below the hemof the uniform skirt would not be a good look.Rather than wear a dress I opted for a basic robe in a sapphire bluesatin blend with a crossover and tie at the front.It would be a long time to be on my feet, so comfortable but stylishshoes were essential, I'd selected a black patent shoe with a chunky 2inch heel.. I had to visit them. Have another dream with them to let them know we were making progress. That the end was in sight.I’d just leave out where we were going. They didn’t need to worry.I thrust my tongue into Overia’s pussy. I flicked my tongue around in her snatch. I licked and lapped at her cunt. I tongued her pussy with force. It was an amazing moment to eat her twat. I swirled my tongue around in her.She groaned as I did that. She shuddered, her passion echoing across the deck as I feasted.