We made small talk on the way and as I pulled in I told him to open the gate so I could back in. I backed it up and he closed the gate and walked back...to the area where the pool was being erected. I stopped and asked how close I was. He said perfect. We started shoveling sand and he took off his shirt and his upper body was really well built and not too much muscle. Well toned is a good description. We were shoveling for about 20 minutes and my wife came out with some lemonade. She introduced. After a while she got up and started giving the guy a blow job. My cock was really hard as I was imagining her outh around my on hard shaft. Carrie-Anne the stradded the guy. I coule see her breasts moving up and down as she rode him - I remembered seeing her sunbathing a few times in her garden and admired her breasts then. I was stroking myself, thinking how good it would be to be fucking that hot girl when I realised that Carrie was looking straight into my study and couldn't help but notice. "No," I replied, noticing that she was actually quite pretty. "But they left a bit of a mess in my toilet!" I added."My colleague is just having a look around the back," she said, "they might have come from the railway!" Would you like a cup of tea?" I asked." I was just going to make one" Oh, ok," came the reply. "White, 1 sugar. Thanks!"Just then, in walked her colleague. Another girl, only even prettier than the first. "Nothing," she said."This nice man is just making us a cuppa," said the. In fact each time she would recover it seemed her daughters would bless her with favor from Aphrodite. Her ass would get rounder, firmer and thicker, whilst her soft teardrop watermelon tits got more voluptuously buxom.Still looking at herself, she can't figure out why Giuseppe ignores his beautiful wife and his loving daughters. Back in the day, she was her Italian Stallion but had grown into a fat, lazy, pathetic excuse for a man who somehow can't even get hard for her. However, she's learned.