"Excuse me, I don't have your surname. I'm Helen Wallace, and I think you work for Sandy duVin" She pronounced his name in the French style, a habit s...e hadn't been able to break.Helen looked Astrid over, noting the golden hair, bronzed skin, broad shoulders and firm, though not overly large breasts. Not 'big tits', she thought, but lovely.Astrid was decked out in her uniform bikini, a matching blue cap with her hair pulled through the adjustment gap at the back, and a smallish blue shoulder. There he is, he sees me and brings me the mail personally. "Do you have time?" I ask. Probably he thinks I want to offer him something to drink so he says yes.he is going to drop the engine off his scooter "follow me" I say.the door of the bedroom is a bit open "look inside" hesitantly he looks inside the room and sees my wife lying there. She does not notice it."go inside" I commend him. he lingers and I give him a push so that the door swings open and he stumbles into the room.she screams,. My jaw just hung open and my eyes bugged out.“Fuck,” I heard him say. We stared at each other for a minute, trying to come to grips with the situation. I did my best soccer pivot in my heels and bolted back towards the elevator. I barely heard him call out, “Livy… Peanut….”I could hear his footsteps coming down the hall as I jumped into the elevator. The only thoughts going through my head were “OhShitOhShitOhShit… I am so fucking dead.” Of all the times for the elevator to stop on every other. The motion drives my cock deeper into her than she had ever felt before, my steel hard shaft driving so deep that the swollen head of my cock jams tight into her cervix.“Aaawwwwwwww” Grandma wails as her body erupts. It is like an instant orgasm erupts in her belly as the shock from her cervix ripples through her belly while her legs are splayed wide open, accepting her young virile grandson. Her eyes roll back as a white explosion erupts in her head..