In the end, their property wasn’t effected by the fire but I enjoyed helping out in the bush for a week and they are good friends. I could tell ...ou some fun stories about hanging out on the farm but that isn’t what I really want to share with you guys. On the drive up to the farm, I spent a night at a cheap hotel and what happened in the hotel pool is something that I thought you might be interested in.I left my place (about an hour and a half north of Sydney on the coast) a little. "Undo Mr Magasiva's zipper and get his cock out... " Mr West snivelled, cowering on the floor. "Before you do that Darling, remove your suit and shirt show Dr Magasiva your pink bra and panties. Do you still have those pink fishnet stockings on? " Mrs West's tone indicated he should obey. Mr West removed his clothes and stood in his bright pink lingerie. He had shaved his back sack and crack to feel the sexy clothes against his smooth skin. "Uh I don't believe this? " Mrs West saw that the. I tried to act absentminded about the play, but in reality it was my plan to get her slowly worked up. When touched, she would quickly get worked into a hot frenzy. I slid my hand into her underwear and found her already excitingly wet. She had a small flower-like pussy, with a pronounced clit that would present itself very obviously when she needed attention. She would also flush like no one else when, “excited”. Just thinking of sex would cause her to turn beet red. Anyway, her clit quickly. I gently lay my hands on mum’s shoulders and steered her towards the window. Mum looked puzzled and thought that perhaps I wanted her further away from being seen from the hall. As I started to twist her to face the window realisation of what was going to happen clicked. “Son… Mr. & Mrs. Miles will see us.” The only house that faced us where that window backed onto was owned by an old couple…probably older than my gran and granddad. “So…it will give Mr. Miles a thrill seeing such a hot woman.