I helped unload Elizabeth’s purchases and then my own. It was starting to get dark, so more action had to wait until Sunday. Sunday turned out to be...a bit more surprising than I’d anticipated. Over the fence I could hear Elizabeth working away while I settled my own plants. In the midst of this Ted, the artist, arrived. I dreaded that he might be going to ask me about the exhibition, but his real intention was to pass on what he thought was some exciting information. Ted was one of those people. He bites his bottom lip as he undoes his pants and drops his shorts his cock is hard as a rock by this point. He so long to feel the soft pink skin of her sweet pussy lips they plump. You can just make out her clit peeking between them . He starts pulling on his cock as he watches her cover her self in a soapy rose scented lather . He breathed in heavily loving the smell of her body a shiver ran down his spine. A drop of pre cum leaks out and lubes the tip of his cock helping his foreskin. I was just supposed to let you in. I am not signing anything.” “Miss, I just need a signature showing the product was put in and nothing was broken”. “How do I know you didn’t break anything? You probably just put it back so no one could tell. I know how you people are.” He quickly grew angry. Megan didn’t know, but this man had a past. He had served some time for B&E. He was trying to get his life back together as he had been out of prison for just a few months. His uncle had taught him years. I sighed out oh Brandon that felt really nice. He said really?, because I can do it some more if you want, I sighed out uh huh I want you to Brandon, let’s make it our secret. That was all it took for me to say as his young oily fingers began to continuously brush the warm wet folds of my steaming hot cunt. Brandon said your’s is shiny like my moms gets when I massage her. I said Brandon do you touch her like you’re touching me? He said a little bit. You don’t touch your moms pussy at all?.