" I may not want you to leave after a week." You need a week to figure that out?"What could he say to that? He ran until the timer sounded. He stepped...off the treadmill. Sweat ran from his face. His shirt and shorts were soaked. He held his arms open. "How about a hug?"She shrieked and ran from him.He toweled his face dry. "I'm headed for the shower." What are we doing today?" Janie asked. "Can we go shopping?" I'm going to drop your truck off for some repairs. After that, the day is wide. So what are you curious about?” I paused.“I don’t know…” was all he could muster.“OK, if you won’t ask me about my body, I will ask about yours. How often do you masturbate?” I figured I would break the ice one way or another.Sawyer’s expression was a combination of horror and disbelief that I would ask about his masturbatory habits. “I don’t masturbate,” he said denying any culpability.I chuckled loudly, “Now Sawyer, you and I both know that is not true. If it is, you are the only person on. Mark complied tracing down to her rosebud. His tongue flicked and probed her ass as his fingers caressed her pussy from the inside. Susan was enamored with this act. She loved to be taken this way and knew Mark enjoyed doing it. She had started rubbing her clit, while Mark was focused on fingering her perfect honeypot and tongue fucking her tight asshole. Mark knew it wouldn’t be long before she came because her pussy was tightening around his fingers. By this point she was so wet and aroused. My lunch was normally a sandwich and a beer prepared by one of the factory ladies which I normally ate beside the machines that I was installing, there were a couple of people in the factory who could speak a few words of English but the company had got a young girl the daughter of one of the women in the factory who spoke good English to interpret for me, when working abroad I try to learn “please, thank you” and eat sleep and drink in the local language, my mistakes usually cause hysterics.