Herubbed his lower back and stretched slightly, he was getting too old forthis sort of thing, but he had always been a hands on sort of guy and hadstu...bornly refused to use a moving company. His bearded face creased intoa grin as he looked round and took pride in his acomplishment, box afterbox of family possessions neatly positioned around the room ready to beunpacked. His wife Sarah shook her head in exasperation and slipped intothe kitchen to make everyone a cool drink. She loved Matt to. Her name was Tate. She was a beautiful blonde haired blue-eyed woman. She was wearing a green blouse with a white skirt that was just long enough to cover her curvy, well tanned ass. If she was taller, she would be a fine piece of work. I prefer not to call women ‘pieces of work’, but I’m sort of lazy and I’d rather not say ‘A piece of artwork’. Anyways, back to my friend. She strolled up with a big smile on her face and clambered up into the cab of my truck. After saying our Hi, how are you’s,. ‘Simon, this is Rebekah. She’s helping me with my new act, I hope you don’t mind.’ ‘Pleased to meet you,’ said Simon with a dry mouth, extending a hand to shake. Rebekah rose from her crouching position in front of Emma and stumbled forward to greet Simon, though her left breast collided with his outstretched hand long before her own hand could get there. ‘Sorry,’ she grinned awkwardly as her bare tit rebounded and she finally shook Simon’ hand. ‘Didn’t have time to cover the girls up. Hope you. This is going to be so easy, he tells himself as he follows her into the kitchen. She just needs time. Leeanne is in the process of opening the bottle of wine when she feels his hands encircle her waist. Her whole body momentarily tenses and she nearly drops the bottle on the bench. She can feel the entire length of his body pressing up against her own. She doesn’t dare move. She feels him slide his hands upwards and feels his palms first cup, then squeeze her breasts in unison. Involuntarily,.