She tells him she’s not and asks why he wants to know. ‘I’m free tonight, finally, and was hoping we could spend some time together. Would you l...ke that?’ ‘Oh Baby! You know I would!! How soon will you be here?’ She doesn’t want to sound too eager but she needed some time to make herself pretty for him. He tells her he’ll be at her door in the time it takes to drive from his house to hers…about 45 minutes. That gave her just enough time. Smiling to herself she tells him she’ll be ready when he. I ran into the house and locked the sliding door.I stood in the den with my heart racing and my face burning. "God, he saw everything! I might as well have done a Playboy spread!" His dad had worked for my family as long as I can remember. He had been the gardener and general handyman on the estate forever. Fernando's father had escaped from Cuba during the revolution there. I peeked out the window. He was still standing there."Wow, he's cute." He had dark curly hair and skin the color of. I was working in the garage and had the door open for the ventilation. I glanced up and reached to strip off my safety goggles to get a better look. She appeared to be somewhere in her late twenties or early thirties. I'm a terrible judge of people's ages, especially since I have gotten older. I was fifty three then.Her dark brown hair was cut short and her eyes were a pale blue. Samantha smiled and I put the plane down and walked to where she stood just outside the wide doorway. "Hi," she. “Nice,” she commented, “I’m sure Sylvia will appreciate it later. But now we have her first plug to deal with. Could you spread her cheeks for me, please?”I sat on the bed beside the kneeling girl and, using both hands, pulled her cheeks apart. We now both had clear sight of her waiting arsehole. It was slightly darker than the rest but shone from the lube that already covered it. Eliza reached in and spread the lube more carefully and started to push a finger inside her. I felt Sylvia flinch.