" Out of my league, I am afraid." said the Vicar sadly as he left.The next day the Vicar's wife called by,"George," she called "Frederick says you are...building fucking machines." Yes" he admitted blushing."Bessie says you are having to get a prostitute to test them?" she added."That Bessie got a big mouth, but yes." he agreed"This is not right, I need a fucking machine if I am not to suffer constant frustration yet you need to pay a tester, can we not reach an accommodation." I suppose we could. I decided to slightly derail the obvious and see if she brought it back. "Maybe you should take my temperature? Lean in and do it like mamas used to - rest those lips on my forehead," I challenged. She looked around the empty lot, bent and shifted her hot hand to my thigh; her warm tits on my arm; her soft, thin yet sensuous lips on my forehead. She puckered gently as I looked down her shirt.When she broke away and noticed my stare, she asked if I saw anything I liked. Boldly, I countered. He was sliding very easily. I was stroking his dick. My heels were on. He pushed me on the bed and spread my legs.I pulled him over and . He was lapping my pussy so well. He was a great licker. I was losing it and talking dirty.Me: Baby, lick me harder. I am cumming, and I squirted on his face.S: Kya chinal hai tu, jhad gayi. Bohut mast rass hai tera. (What a bitch! Came already. You taste so good.)He changed positions and mounted me. And I gasped for his size, it pained a little, but I was in. Ivy was my best friend. She was beautiful, with beautiful flowing blonde hair, must sexier than my horrible bushy brown mane. She was a little more than a head taller than I was, so I had a perfect view of her perky B cups. She was modest, but she was still the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. At this moment, my best friend since I was in fourth grade had her arms around me, and she was sobbing hard. As much as I wanted to by sympathetic, I couldn't because her breasts were pushing against.