He quickly stripped off his shirt and stepped out of his pants before sitting down and leading Sarah over to stand in front of him in just her socks a...d shoes. He grabbed her hands and told her to rub him all over as he pulled her close to him, running his hands up her back and settling down on her firm little bum cheeks. Sarah started running her hands all over his hairy body and jumped as he ran a finger through her little slit. He then returned to groping her ass flesh, roughly squeezing her. Chris pushed back his plate and said, ‘You’ll never believe who I’ve been working for this week.’ ‘Who?’ ‘Someone who almost flunked the two of us our junior year.’ ‘You’ll have to be more specific.’ ‘Frau Pearson.’ ‘Frau Pearson? She still alive?’ ‘Yeah. Living down in old West Lawrence. Beautiful house, beautiful yard.’ ‘Why did she need your help?’ ‘She screwed up her ankle, and couldn’t do the yard work herself. Had a neighbor kid help her for a few weeks, but he went on vacation last. A couple of minutes later and I was seriously orgasming I clamped my hand over my mouth as I half mumbled my climax. Then John pulled me onto the floor, with my arms resting on the sofa he pulled down my knickers and I felt him nudge inside me, I gasped as he took me from behind, he pushed my head towards Jordan.I had my head on my arms and he said “Do to Jordan what you did to me” and pushed me again. I touched the front of Jordan’s pants and he was rock hard, rubbing him he groaned. Then John. “Well, let’s have a look it then” “How... how much will it cost?” she asked him. “I don’t have much cash on me at the moment.” “Let me have a look first and I can give you a quote.” Carla stepped aside and let him in. He was tall and slim and looked to be of West Indian origin. She guessed his age to be late forties or early fifties. She led him into the kitchen and to the sink. It was half full of water. “It does go down but very slowly,” she told him. “My husband insists on emptying his.