A black shirt landed beneath my face, followed quickly by a scarlet bra, lacey and voluminous. She sighed happily. “Feels good to give the girls som... air...” She leaned in close, her lips brushing against my earlobe, her warm, heavy, bare breasts pressing against my shoulder. My shaft throbbed. Any guilt I might have felt about tricking Monica vanished beneath an avalanche of lustful desire. “Ready to turn over?”“Yeah...” This was it. I was going to see her breasts. She straightened up, giving. Even though the possibility of anyone being able to see up my skirt is slight, it still excites me to think about it.I grabbed my purse and my little piece of paper and drove to work. Grace was already at her desk when I got there. She looked at my slightly racier ensemble, smiled and asked, “Practicing for next week Dawn? I have a feeling that what you’re wearing now is going to be granny clothes compared to your new outfits.”I grinned and replied, “I imagine you’re right. Rob laid out my. He feels so good, this is so exciting. I’m getting so wet that I can feel it start to run down my legs and splash with each thrust. This only encourages him to thrust harder. I beg him to. “Oh, you feel so good, I want more, fuck me harder.” I beg Raph. “Whatever you want, I’ll fuck you as hard as you want, tell me you want me Aimee.” Raph responds.I turn and look at him “I want you, I want your cock, fuck me harder Raph. Please, harder.” I bite my lip after I plead. He surrenders my breasts. Shown the bag of roundish roots, he exclaimed, “Potatoes! I had given up hope of ever getting my hands on them. Are they in good condition?” He held up the bag and confirmed there was no mould on them, and no cuts.The trader told him, “I was given instructions. They were to be kept cool and allowed to get the air to them, to prevent mould forming; and they were not to be bashed or otherwise damaged.”John was pleased.“The tubers appear to be in good condition. We must keep them inside the cave.