She gave a sigh of relief as she inserted the key in the lock and opened the door. After turning on the lights and putting the fire on full blast, she...went into the kitchen, poured herself a stiff drink and then settled down into her favourite chair before she flicked through the channels on the box.Her mind wandered through the events of the day. From the time she had got in to work that morning to the time she left and fell foul to the horrid weather conditions. Mr. Barnes had been screaming. Instead of thetobacco-chewing good ol' boy I had expected, he was middle aged -perhaps mid-fifties - with dark hair that was fading to give promise offuture graying. He had a neatly trimmed beard which was still dark butflecked with gray giving him a distinguished look. He wore gold-rimmedglasses which somehow made him look more scholarly. His black robe wasimpeccably neat and pressed to the point that it looked as if you couldcut yourself on one of the pleats.My only surprise was that we were. She was smiling and I guessed she was in a good mood…I offered her a glass of red wine and then grabbed her from behind.She moved to the back yard and I walked behind her grabbing her soft boobs. Then I put my hand under her skirt and felt her nice round ass cheeks. Anita suddenly burst in laughter.I asked her what was so funny. Ana just said that I would see.Then I reached round the front, finding her thong was soaking wet.I put my fingers inside her thong and rubbed her bald pussy, parting. “Pull over and jack me off, Mom!”“No, baby, no!” she sobbed, holding his cock tightly. “It’s light ... someone could see ... oh, your cock’s so hard!”Jerry raised her t-shirt, exposing her tits, and Debra hardly knew it. Fortunately, they were almost home, and there was no traffic on the street. She pulled the car into the driveway, wobbling the front wheel over the edge and onto the lawn. She stopped with a jerk, and cut the engine with her left hand.“Ohhh, baby!” she cried out.Right there in.