He did. The rich funky slow music of Mr. Magic by Grover Washington Jr. smoked out of the speakers, filling the room with a sensuous air. He sat on th... comfortable couch. He wondered whether to stroke his thickened club or let it slip back into dormancy. His fingers tapped at it with indecision. The vision of her ultimately luscious body and face standing in the front door were imprinted on the back of his closed eyes. He could still smell her warm clean scent she sent wafting into his nose. Lynda often tells me that she feels very comfortable with me and she still wears high heeled open toed sandals, sleeveless strapless tops and well above knee length skirts without any underwear or tights and only rarely wears 'barely black' stockings with a proper suspender belt too or indeed even holdups on a night out @ a Dinner Party or such where Lynda will sit with her legs apart, lift the back of her skirt up so that her bare arse is on the seat (wet wipes clean up any mess left and also. Needless to say, she was struggling to make ends meet and so I ended up doing a lot of odd jobs for her.The latest project Rachel had asked for my help on was redecorating the living room, she wanted to change everything so it wouldn’t remind her of her ex-husband. We were starting the project by wallpapering the room, a simple enough job but one that Rachel needed my help to get done. And that was what brought me to her house that evening after work.“Hi, Richard,” Rachel greeted me warmly as. I bit his ass cheeks and then spat at his asshole and licked it using my tongue to peirde his pucker and enter his shit holehe squirmed and it took a little time until he relaxed then I took my pants down and lubed my dick with spit and pressed it against his ass as it entered a little the the head jumped in then it seemed to hitch he begged for me to be gentle and i said 'sure John I'll takecare with your asshole you r a good boy. he kept on whimpering as i forced in more ingching deeper into.