Randall said, getting my attention. “A blow-job. How does that sound?”All I could do was shrug. I understood what she was saying, but nothing was ...egistering.“Oh, come now, don’t be shy. I can see you’re already hard.” She nodded toward the obvious bulge in my jeans. “Pull your pants down.”The last was said with a tone of authority I’d never heard from this otherwise mild-mannered neighbor I’d known most of my life. Without really thinking about what I was doing, I unbuttoned my jeans and. Now it was her panties which I pulled down to expose even more of her pleasure ridden body. Snake Lady’s eyes watched intently waiting leering as a vulture leers at its feast.She watched as my wife’s perfectly half moon shaped upper mound began to be exposed the dark black hair ridden part just now coming into view. While I pulled down her panties, she was shaking with the lust of what was happening. Her cunt was wet and dripping dew. She was pleading to be allowed to lie down. Her. After we got in the house, he pulled a couple of pieces of paper from a saddlebag and displayed them to Willy and me. I looked at it and I wasn't sure if I should laugh or cry. The papers were amateurish copies of a land claim without either stamps or the correct signature. An X signed the sale document with two illegible names next to it as witnesses. I realized at that moment, he probably couldn't read as no one who had seen a real land claim would ever have thought this was real.I looked at. The married woman inside her again started preaching morality but the gushing orgasm inside her again proved itself superior and like a Robot she stood up and walked towards her bedroom. She took another brassiere, this time a Reebok hosiery one, black in colour with grey linings on its sleeves and neck. She had thought for the whole day. Something nasty inside her wanted that she should have permanent marks of his semen left on her inner wear and thus she chose this brassiere for now. She knew.