Sinclair just smiled and handed me my drink as we stood in her kitchen. She asked if the tea was sweet enough and started to reach for the sugar in th... cupboard. I was going to say I didn't need any sugar but stopped short when I saw how her nightie rose above the bottom of her butt and I could actually see the hairs between her legs. My hart was pounding so hard I was sure she could hear it and I almost dropped my glass. As it turned out I did spill a bit of the tea that caused Mrs. Sinclair. Nothing was said for a long time. Finally, she pushed herself away from him and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand."I'm sorry, Bill," she said. "I shouldn't have burdened you with all that. I've treated you so badly." No you haven't." I have. I have. I should never, ever have invited you into my bed and toyed with your feelings. I should never have told you all this stuff either. It's all been so jolly selfish and I'm very, very sorry. Please forgive me." There's nothing to forgive. Now. This would cause my head to rub the older clit. I was thinking let them have their fun, my little redhed is getting near. It was obvious from her huffing and growling and occasional howl. Then she rammed her self down on my cock. She had been helping the Blond by playing with her tits. Thus when she slammed down she pulled back on the blonds tits and shoulders forcing her pussy down on to my tongue.Surprisingly enough the blond exploded first flooding her nectar into my mouth.And she began to. The real estate agent that sold it to us thought we were mad once she got a look at our credit report and earnings sheet."But, sir," she'd nearly pleaded, "this house is only two hundred and twenty thousand. With your income and assets, you qualify for well over nine hundred thousand. Why would you want to..." Ma'am?" I'd interrupted, "this is the house we want. Are you going to sell it to us or not? If not, I'll be happy to find another agent who will."She sold it to us of course. She.