She dipped her head to see if Henry was still watching. He was. Completely. She turned to the left, ever so slowly. Her jeans pulled tight across he... ample ass, and now her left breast came into his view again. Swaying, bouncing in time to her strokes. She worked farther towards the left. Now he could see both breasts past her rocking rear end. ‘You know, you had a good idea,’ she said. Henry, not quite drooling, made no reply. ‘It is more comfortable without clothes.’ Lynn stood up, faced. I have gotten used to the routine and barely give it any notice. One day, I was viewing porn online. My computer screen was facing the window. I had lost track of the time and had my cock in hand, massaging it and squeezing some precum from the swollen head. As I licked the precum from my hand, I noticed movement behind me. The postman had ridden up behind me while I was "preoccupied" with self gratification!Without a sound and with no noticable emotion, the postman delivered the mail and. I ease myself over him, there is no space between our bodies, I am in as far as I can be. I won't last long - the excitement overcomes me, and I buck my hips against his, every pulse emptying me more. He jokes that I am like a teenager. I reach around to his penis and start pulling at it, it tickles at first, but in conjunction with my gently bucking inside him, I work him up to climax. He empties onto the bed. I don't care - I still want more, I want every drop of goodness I can get, and that. I held my bag in front of my throbbing cock, pretending to rummage through it and acting oblivious to the thong I had just seen. She quickly shoved her washing into the machine and apologised before leaving me to get changed. For the rest of the day all I could think of was Lesley in that purple lace thong, how her perfect round ass would look so good in it and the smell of her pussy. Lesley and I had a busy day that day and we flirted as usual but there was no mention of the washing again. I.