I reached to shake his hand and thank him. While our right hands were occupied and his left hand held the bag, my left hand went down to his crotch an... gave his genitals a slight squeeze. I said, “Could I trade you a hand job for the tomatoes?” Needless he was he was surprised. But, ………he didn’t pull away. I stopped shaking his hand and dropped it to his crotch. I gently rubbed his package while my left hand pulled the zipper down on his fly. Using both hands to undo the snap, his trousers. His job as a surgeon made for some interesting chats as he was so passionate about the reconstruction work he could do for the kids born with deformities. As a cliché though, this work was dependent on him performing plastic surgery on airheads -his words not mine- but at the end of the day it would be worth it. I’d always tease him and tell him that I’m first in line for some new boobs but he’d have to perform the surgery blindfolded to protect my modesty. This would be our group's running. "Police. Stay where you are." A voice cried and the men poured into the property.There was a shout from upstairs as two men appeared in the landing, swore and then barricaded themselves into a bedroom. "Open up," two policemen cried and barged into the door. The suspects put a chair on their side of the wooden door and opened the window."Quick," the elder one cried and they looked into the bushes that lined their tiny front garden. The wiry man jumped into them, squeaking as he landed. And. His lips left a burning trail over her throat, along her arms, into her armpits, and down her side until he reached the jiggling mounds of her huge hot tits.He teased her nipples just as he remembered their daughter doing, and it had the same effect. Sybil couldn't get enough. When he finally stopped teasing the nipples and actually began biting them and sucking them all the way up into his mouth, her hotly seething pussy started slamming upwards over his cock even wilder."Ohhhhh-uhhhhmmmmm,.