”As she’d left for work that morning, Michelle’s mother had told her to expect Gary to call round. He was the village odd-job man and had been r...und to clear the guttering of the leaves and debris for the winter, earlier in the week. He was back for the money which her mum said she had left in the kitchen downstairs. Michelle grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. She would normally enjoy being wrapped in it’s fluffy interior, but she stomped down the stairs to open the door. To her. She has full c cup breasts and short brown hair. “You know, last night I thought I heard some screaming,” She said to me. “Screaming?” I asked, trying to play dumb. “Yeah, from the shower,” She said. “hmm,” said, knowing she knew. “I thought I heard screaming too, in the middle of the night,” I said. “Oh that was James and I fooling around, you know,” She said, not blushing. “So…how are things,” She said, looking at my crotch. “Fine,” I said, unsurely. “It’s ok, I know you two have sex,” She. When he was finished with that area of sensitivity, he quickly moved down to below her waistline and became acquainted with her gyrating mound and her heated slit. She closed her legs around his hand trapping it like a scout captured on a mission to take new territory. His other hand was suddenly on her bottom. It seemed like a million years since a male hand was roaming about on her bottom with a nefarious intent. It was a bit scary and yet she welcomed it like a familiar stranger coming home. He was like honey. A soft moan of pleasure escapes my lips as he fastens his to mine once more. I wanted to suck all of his sweetness from him. My tongue probes him, and I teased him, played with him. He begins to rock back and forth atop my body. And as I look up to him I find him with his head back gazing into my face… His hands firmly grasping my breasts, his fingers rolling the nipples between them. As we kissed, I rub my hands against his semi-erect member, bringing it to full hardness..