"Can you do yard work and minor repairs?" What kind of things are you talking about?" he asked."Well, Dad was bitching that we needed to take the scre...ns out, and put on the storm windows. We also need to rake the yard and burn the leaves. When we do that I always get volunteered to do half the neighborhood. I think it is some kind of child enslavement thing, where I work for free. Don't even get me started on what I have to do if it snows! I would pay good money if someone would take that on. Mike doesn't like me to grill now that I'm so large. I think he has this vision of my stomach or tits catching on fire (and I do have to admit if there is anyway for an accident to happen I'll be in the middle of it).Anyway, he was over an hour late and I was really getting pissed at him for not at least calling me to tell me he was going to be late. Then he walks in with a big shit eating grin on his face and tells me that I need to hurry upstairs and change into my thigh-high nylons and, as. He moved his hand slowly over the top of her stocking-clad leg to her inner thighs, making his way to Samantha’ wet and aching pussy. When eventually his fingers reached her moist lips and parted them gently, all Samantha wanted to do was scream out for him to fuck her with his long familiar fingers. She lifted her hips towards his gentle probing fingers as he slowly inserted a finger into her tightening vagina and started to stimulate her clitoris. Robert then bent down and slipped his tongue. Parvathi had wrapped her legs around Jiju’s waist and her hands were moving in his hair. Gayathri could not control her urge watching this erotic scenario, and pushed her hand under her skirt and pushed her finger in her cunt. She felt herself getting moist near her bush. The feeling lifted her to high heaven. The frenzy with which her Jiju was fucking, yes fucking her sister made Gayathri’s brain tingle with pleasure. “Yes Deepu, oh Deepu yes yes yes aaah faster faster”, begged Parvathi..