That couch she was sitting on wasn’t comfortable at all and I felt pity for her. I told her she can come and work on the bed itself if she wants to....She then came on sat on the bed with her laptop. She was still smoking and smoked another 4-5 cigarette till she completed her work. After she was done with her work, I asked her “Why do you smoke so much?” To which she replied that she got addicted to smoking because of the stress at work.She then asked for my phone as her phone didn’t have. Her face was turned up towards the sky, her eyes closed. She looked both serene and fierce, just like the water that flowed beneath her. The tanned legs that stuck out of a pair of cut-off shorts were never-ending; they stretched down over the rock like vines, her bare feet dangling in the water. Her breasts, Mother Nature’s perfect gift, were accentuated by a tight, white tank top. They were an equal balance: not large, but not small either. They looked nice and firm, even though it didn’t. Now I had full access to her back and caressed it lowering the night to the stomach exposing her tits. She also had by now opened my lungi and I was in my underwear. With her caressing my dick over it.I started playing with her tits and pinching her nipples. Then she heard her daughter come home so she dressed up and rushed back home. I started cooking and suddenly I felt my dick being pulled. I turned around and it was the girl. She asked what her mother had come for.I was surprised as she. “I want to fuck your ass,” Paul said between grunts. “No,” JoJo said. It had just been fucked, and though it hadn’t ended up being as bad as she’d first thought it wasn’t something she really wanted to try again. “I’ll stop if it hurts,” Paul promised. Opening her eyes, she looked at Paul. She knew he meant it but she wasn’t quite ready to try it again just yet. When he leaned forward and kissed her though, she stopped thinking and nodded her acquiescence. Lifting herself off his dick, she.