Her husband was the one that hired me out in the summers to wash his car or cut the grass of his large lawn after his only son left home. It didn’t ...ppear to be a particularly warm household - all were cold and distant.Moving the boxes in the large dusty cluttered garage one warm afternoon for Mrs. Wilson had changed my relationship with her forever. Standing on the old wooden ladder I could not help but look down the front of Mrs. Wilson’s dress, to her small breasts covered with white lace.. "Ross," she said, "I'm leaving for Portland tomorrow and will need you house-sit for me. I'll be gone about a week. You can stay in the guest bedroom and eat whatever is in the fridge." But Mrs. Michaels," Ross said, "I'm supposed to leave for vacation tomorrow. It's my first in three years."Her face turned to stone."I see," she said. "That's disappointing. I was really counting on you to be a team player."Ross gulped. Any employee deemed to not be a team player was instantly fired. And it. I heard her moan with pleasure (her husband had told me how much she wanted a younger man) and watched as her head bobbed up and down on Mark's cock like there was no tomorrow. I fucked her good and hard and shot my load deep inside her as she orgasmed. At the same time Mark orgasmed shooting his load in her mouth. She then stood up, turned to me and kissed me, passing his cum into my mouth. "Swallow it" she ordered and I did, the sticky fluid trickling down my throat. She then took us home,. Her big thighs tensed and her hips began to undulate atop Donna's face. "You do this good for a beginner, little girl."Donna's tongue was hurting badly now, but she ignored the pain and slurped away at Val's cunt, stopping every once in a while to sponge the cunt juice that was constantly spilling forth.Donna decided that the taste wasn't that bad, certainly no worse than the taste of a man's cum, but she wished that Val wasn't riding her head this way. She couldn't breathe and her head was.