'Normally your a miserable bitch.Certainly you are at work'.'You cheeky bastard' she said.'Sorry,but thats the impression you give over.I find you att...active but i always said i couldn't imagine fucking a miserable bitch like you.But the way you are now,i would definitely be keen to fuck you'.'You are a cheeky bastard,aren't you.You call me a miserable bitch,then say you wouldn't mind fucking me.You think i would let you fuck me after all that'.Before i could answer we arrived at her. During her latest liaison with her husband she had stamped on him, lost her balance and fallen down stairs, and broken her leg, so she to now work from home.She had told me that she was a freelance fraud investigator (is there such a thing) and not only did she get paid a huge finders fee, for any monies that she discovered, but it also gave her an inside track on the markets and she was a wiz at making money.I was expecting her to ask me to send her some money but she never did.Pretty quickly. I will not step out of bounds." Pam rolled over, her bare pussy fully exposed to my feasting eyes. She watched me take in her nakedness and smiled up at me. We maintained eye contact for several extra seconds, and in that time I knew we'd have a fun fuck in the very near future.I did Pam's scalp, face, and neck, carefully massaging various muscles as I worked my way over her upper body. I did both arms, focusing on each hand right down to her fingertips. Next, I worked on the front of her legs. But do find a comfortable spot and take it easy while I bring you some refreshments." Look, George, are there going to be any more girls at this party tonight?" Charisse asked with a strained look on her face. "This looks like a stag party we dropped in on by mistake! And what kind of 'refreshments' is Sally bringing up? After that 'white lightning' in the car, I don't think I could touch another drop of liquor tonight."Aren't you the worry wart!" Debbie laughed instead of giving her the moral.