‘Shall we go to your offices, or the big conference room we met in last time?’ ‘Uh, sure.’ said Cubbard. ‘But before your people continue sp...aking with any of my staff, I want company lawyers present.’ ‘Better call them fast, then.’ I said. ‘My warrants do not require me to wait, so unless your people specifically ask for legal representation, I’m not obligated to wait for it… and so far they’ve been very willing to talk to us without lawyers present.’ I saw the beginnings of Cubbard’s face. I thought the seclusion of our backyardwould afford me some privacy, so I wriggled out of the upperpart of the swimsuit and rolled over on my stomach to enjoy thesun on my back.At the time I was oblivious to a pair of lustful eyes that weredrinking in my scantily clad form. Gary Welsh, a handsome andstrapping young man in his early twenties, was the contractgardener who regularly worked on the Wilson's house nextdoor, our elderly neighbours. The Wilson's were away up northvisiting their. On her way back up she froze at eye level with my groin. A full three seconds passed before she stood up and I could see a hungry look in her brown eyes.“Put the books on the counter.” She said as if out of breathe. I did so, my mind was moving too fast to form words. “I can’t let you walk out of here like that.” She said with her mischievous smile returning as she knelt down and sensually loosed my belt. I could feel pre-cum beginning to leak out as she undid the belt and zipper. My slacks. And because of my fingers were cold, my pussy felt even hotter to the touch. I masturbated this way, moving my fingers up and down, up and down, up and down along that entire pink inner surface of my spread labia from cunt to clit. I enjoyed the sight of my pussy savoring the chill of my fingers. I masturbated like this until my fingers were no longer cold. Then I plunged them back into the ice water.Waiting for my fingers to chill in the water again was hard. My poor pussy clenched and.