Andrew had spoken truly when he paid that compliment to the charms of his assistant's body. She did indeed have the finest arms and shapeliest firm an... well-muscled shoulders. Despite her being on the wrong side of forty, she was trim and well toned - without a trace of flabbiness. Except for her hands, which were ill cared for and hardened, with chipped and dirty nails, she could pass for a woman in her twenties.Veronica caught a whiff of the other woman's body smell and felt herself stirring. Instinctively she pushes back against it, mashes her wetness against his hardness to indicate her urgency. He gets the message and guides himself into her, and her moan expels moistly inside the mask. His cock is not huge, but it's more than adequate for the job. Helen's cunt feels so good. She grunts, and is answered by the man's own grunt and a quickening of his rhythm.There's no telling who is fucking her. No way to recognise him. She gave the concierge no more detailed instruction than to. The air was just right and the car throbbed as she acclimated to its dominance. Olivia hiked her skirt to mid-thigh, exhibiting her creamy thighs to me as her soft hand caressed the shift knob. I was mesmerized, just looking at her as she seemed just on the verge of an orgasm as the breeze ambled through her silken hair. The neighbors, hearing the distinct growl of the seemingly caged animal as we coursed through the sub-division on our way to the freedom that beckoned us to the freeway, all. One friday I came home from work in a very good mood and saw Nikki in the front yard getting ready for a garage sale. I thought this was my chance, so instead of opening the garage door, I parked in the driveway. When I got out of the car, Nikki immediately asked, “Can you give me a hand moving a sofa into the garage?”. I followed her up the steps into in the garage into the laundry room and could not help, but stare at her but under very tight exercise shorts...no panty lines anywhere to.