The first three numbers go to voicemail but the fourth is answered and I ask for a quote for tree trimming of my tree. He says that he can be over tod...y and get it done on Monday if that is agreeable.I accept his offer and hang up the phone.Later in the afternoon, a work truck shows up in front of my house and a man walks to my house."Good afternoon, I'm Troy and I believe you and I spoke on the phone together." Yes, that is correct. I'm Paul Johnson. Thanks for coming so quickly. Let me show. Her skirt hugged her hips and ass tightly, creating a soft, curved w, creeping just slightly into her crack. Her heels elongated her shapely calf muscles, and made her ass swing back and forth in a delicately feminine, pendulum-like manner with each step.Admittedly I had begun to look at Ifeoma like this more and more every day. I had remained single and unencumbered throughout most of my 20's, mostly for my job's sake. I just didn't want to be tied down. Sure I'd had my share of sexual. ” I wrapped my arms around her waist and leaned closer to her, pulling her into my embrace. “Happy anniversary.” “It’s our anniversary?” I had a feeling she hadn’t remembered, so it didn’t shock me at all when she said this. “Yeah. Semptember nineteenth. I didn’t buy you anything, so I’m sorry about that.” “I’m so sorry… I didn’t realize it was today.” “Well, there’s one way you can make it up to me.” I reached in and touched my glossed lips to hers. She kissed me back gently, wrapped her arms. Laura panted for breath, her body hanging across my lap. My erection dug into her left hip. ‘You ok?’ I asked.It took a minute, but she managed to speak. ‘More than ok. But I didn’t tell you to stop. Lay it on. More. Much more.’‘Well, if that’s what you want, let’s get rid of these.’ And I hooked a finger in the waistband of the knickers, pulled them away from her bottom. They were wet at the crotch. Laura lifted her hips slightly to help the process. I laid the cool leather across the reddened.