.maybe that was all....maybe I should just be happy and walk away.....but my previous experiences have taught me...that sometimes we men have to make ...he move....so I called her and told her " maybe we should check on the clothes".....she said" sure sir"....and we walked to the laundry room.....there I saw half my clothes lying on the floor and the rest in the washing machine.....she had to do another load to finish washing my clothes....and then I did something which when I think back could. Then we billed and came out but my list for Sia was not going. I was looking at her boobs again and again and her cleavage was making me go mad.She was wearing a pink spaghetti top and grey tracks her boobs and butt was just oozing out of her clothes. I got a serious hard on.We sat in star bucks for coffee my friend went to get coffee for all of us I and Sia were sitting beside each other. I was so turned on that day that automatically I was looking straight into her cleavage area and her lips. She was taking my cock like a veteran, grinding her hips and pushing her hips forward in try to get even more of my huge cock inside her. Then I felt my climax rising and I was going to withdraw and spurt it over her body, but why waste it on the outside I would rather soak her womb with my life-giving sperm. Not that it was life-giving to a woman of her vintage but I am sure as equally appreciated.I wrapped my arms around her and lay on my side with her fully locked around my body just as the. I contacted Rachel to see if she had a Tech Supervisor she could let me have to replace the one I had. I also let her know that I might be drawing on her for the parts we needed to get our Mechs on line. The supervisor I wanted Yesterday also.I then asked her if she knew what a pigeon thrower was. When she did I asked her if she had ever seen a left handed one? All of the ones I've seen have the arm on the right and throw to the right. I wanted some that throw to the left as well. I asked her.