She knew she owed her an apology for yelling at her that morning for the way she was dreesed and would apologize first thing Monday morning when she s...w her.She gently let her finger ride up and down her cunt slit and moaning ever so low. Glad the week was out everyone had gone home and she had the entire office floor to herself. She thought about her new assistant and the low cut blouse she had worn to work that day and it made her hot. She rammed her finger into her wet cunt and let out a. Once her nipples were rock hard, small crinkles surrounding each one, Darren sucked her right nipple into his hot wet mouth and sucked gently as his tongue continued to tease the small bud till she was moaning with pleasure. Switching over to the other one he did likewise, his hand trailing down between her outstretched legs to run a finger between her pussy lips and feel the moisture collecting there. Replacing his lips and tongue with his fingers, he rolled the hard pebbles within his finger. ”“We’ve got about six weekends of painting curbs although that doesn’t necessarily mean we’ll be working six Saturdays. It all depends on the weather.”“I can’t believe how much money we’re making at painting curbs. I nearly died when the count came up at seventeen hundred and eight bucks that weekend after the article came out. Do you remember when we would do good to come up with a hundred dollars in one day?”Benny said, “I remember the first pass through and struggling to make enough to pay. I looked for Mum and found her scrubbing her hands in the kitchen. "Was I crazy?" she asked."No, just upset. What's for dinner?" I'm not sure what's in the fridge. Ask Sarah if she'd like to go out." Okay." Sarah always wants to go out. She always wants fried shrimp or pizza. Today it was pizza. So we went to Chelsea Pizza in Nedlands. We got a family-size with sausage and a kid's Margherita – for Sarah, she likes plain pizza. It was before 1800, so there was room and not too noisy. Sarah got.