There was a short pause like she was getting direction from someone in the room with her. “See you on Friday sweetie.” Said Mrs. Smith. I stuck to...a vow of no masturbating and not going next door to fuck my hot Latina whore which was almost impossible. She kept texting and sending my naughty pics of her big ass. I just kept thinking about Mrs. Smith and what I wanted to do to her in private. Friday could not come any sooner. I was wearing some tight dark faded jeans and a tight black polo. I managed to get her blouse open at take my first look at her large full breast. Her aureoles were a light brown but very large and her nipple stuck out a good 1/2 inch and we very hard. I took one in my mouth and she let out a large moan and arched her back pushing it closer to me. I took her other breast in my hand and rub the nipple between my thumb and middle finger. I felt Sandy tremble slightly and sigh at the same time. Sandy hands were all over my cock and balls as we layed and enjoyed. "Do come in, Mr Franks," she said waving him in. "So good of you to come over."George, puzzled by her friendly manner, coughed and followed her into the living room. Erica sat down in one of the arms chairs and gestured for George to take the other. As she sat there in a modest, grey, woollen dress with its high neck, long sleeves and calf length skirt, George found it almost impossible to imagine that this was the woman that only a few days ago was standing in the hall of this same house, clad. He was left to sit in silence, several booted steps fading off to one side of the room and disappearing from his ears.“So what do we have for me today,” a woman’s heavily-accented voice said just as Finch heard more booted steps being pounded onto the floor. The sack was ripped from his head and Finch’s eyes closed at the brightness. He squinted a moment, trying to adjust, and slowly, he was able to get a look at the woman in the room with him.She was modest height and weight, short dark-red.