‘That’ll stop after a couple of years. Fuck, me and the old lady rarely fuck at all now a days.’ Sarah sighed, ‘Shit,’ she thought to hersel.... ‘Married… good one Sarah.’ She looked out the window, the Jack helping her to focus on the morning. Little Mrs. O’Conner was once more pressed up against her kitchen window, the curtains open, as well as the window itself. Sounds of ‘fuck me,’ filling the Cherry Hill neighborhood. ‘He’s probably eating her out.’ Sarah had noticed the newlyweds moving in. I proceeded to change the tire. All the while she was verbally expressing gratitude and telling me how chivalrous I was.I finsihed up, and said okay you should be good to go. Would you like me to help in getting your tire repaired. She excitedly said, Would you do that? I certainly would appreciate it.I said sure, follow me and we will get it done now.So she followed me to a service station and I took the tire in to get it patached.The service guy said the tire was beyond repair and would. She was still annoyed with her brotherand thought about asking him to sew the hook back on. She grinned at theidea of the surprising him with the fact that his little secret wasn't allthat secret anymore. It would serve him right and maybe she could turnthis to her advantage.Her mom's sewing things were in the basement rec room where she found herbrother watching tv. "Hi, Tom. What are you watching?"Her brother grunted and ignored her. Fine. Be that way. Karen glanced atthe TV and saw it was. Thomas would grab her firm round ass. As he kneaded it, he would plunge deep inside of her. Naomi had not realized that her hand had moved down between her thighs and she was touching herself, parting the lips of her pussy. Her body was slick from the scented oil she had slipped into the hot water. She remembered Thomas’ mouth there too, the feel of his teeth teasing the base of her clit. She strummed her forefinger across the solid nub. The sensation of her touch and the recall of Thomas’.