The white blouse hugs her shoulders and tapers down to her slim waist. Her long blonde hair, usually perfect, is hanging loosely over her shoulders an... being jostled while she peels potatoes in the sink. Her lovely ass beckons to me as she gently sways. I can’t resist.As I approach her from behind my hands fall to her hips, feeling her womanly curves. As I press my body into hers, trapping her against the counter, my right hand moves to her shoulder and brushes the hair away from her neck.”What. Why can't you get that?"#2: #3: [[This is something I found very hard to resist, especially now that I was starting to get some self-confidence with people. By the time one mind stops talking, the other two have had ideas of their own. By the time they've had their turns, the first mind has had more ideas, etc. It's especially common in important situations because each mind wants us to do the best possible job. It's a frequent consequence of my unusual thought processes, so I've left it in. Having done this, a good looking black guy came to the door and stopped. Then he turned around with his back facing me. I didn’t quite know what was up, until I noticed that he was pushing the back of his pants down, something that only I could see. That made me come up really close behind him and push my hand into the back of his pants. I groped his nice smooth bubble ass and ran my finger down his crack while he reached back and felt up my cock in my pants. That got my 8-inches really hard.. " Christ, what a mess. Well, there's our tie in between the Cheswick crowd and the Mendoza Cartel, at least another one."Mark went to the phone and called downstairs. "Please send up a heavy duty trash bag. We have some pretty bad stuff to throw away." Good idea." Rachel thought a moment. "Let Claude have one of your suits to wear. I bet he's skinny enough to fit in one now. Claire and I can take him downstairs to the clothing store tomorrow morning and get him outfitted."You handle it. I've.