I told her that I loved what she was doing. She then used some more oil on my ass and asked if she could make me feel better so I told her whatever yo... want to do to make me better is OK with me. She moved her fingers into my asshole and wiggled them. Then she told me she would make me very very happy for a tip. Soon we had negotiated the usual tip for this kind of full service and the massage resumed. Once she had fingered me a bit I felt something a bit bigger slide into me with hardly any. She didn't have a car so I had to drive her home. I made sure to drop everyone else first so Claire and I would be the last two. Smooth move. Once we were alone she started kissing me, and all I could think of was where I was going to drive. There was this parking lot a friend once told me about. He'd bring his girlfriend there to bang, so I took a stroll over there and parked the car. "So, what do you want to do?" She said, "I dunno. What do you want to do?" "How about we go to the back seat. "Is your firm working at capacity right now, personnel-wise I mean?" I asked."No, winter is our slow season," she said."Good. If we award the job to your firm, will we be interfacing with you or someone else in your firm?" Me," she said and swallowed the last of the coffee in her cup."Do you do custom home work?" I asked, which surprised her."Yes," she said.To satisfy her curiosity, I told her about the eight acres we'd purchased for our little compound. "I've started the preliminary design. He became aware of Cindy's breast under his hand. He slid his hand from her breast, down over her flat belly, full of her father's sperm, and she moved in her sleep. He kept going, his fingers sliding right across her pubes, instead of tangling in them, like they did with Denise's fluffier bush. She was warm, and damp, and slippery, down there. He moved, to roll her to her back, and she woke up."What's wrong?" she asked, sleepily."Nothing," he whispered, crawling to straddle her legs, which.