Trying to make his voice sound totally normal, he answered, “Hi Karen.” “I know you’ve been watching me,” were her first words. “You are s...tting in a chair by your window and watching me, aren’t you?” He was stunned that she knew, but answered honestly by simply saying, “Yes.” “Do you masturbate while you watch me?” “Yes, I do,” he spoke softly. “Did I just repulse you?” she asked. “Why would you ask such a question?” he asked. “You are always super sexy, but tonight… tonight you were amazing.”. ‘Have you got sore feet Janice?’ asked Andy. Janice looked down to Andy, ‘Oh yes, these new shoes are hurting my feet, sorry about that!’. Just then, someone walked in through the main doors. Andy couldn’t see them, but he could tell from the conversation it was a client coming in for an appointment. Andy, in a brazen move took this opportunity to start to massage Janice’s feet. He knew she would remain professional while talking to the client and ignore his advances. He caressed. She probably thinks they are hers but unknown to her she’s tasting my wetness on them. Her hips are moving again as she tries her hardest to fuck the toy that’s inside her. Looking over her breasts I can no longer hold back so I lean in close and poke out my tongue. Her nipples are rock hard so I spend some time licking and nibbling on them. I listen to her breathing and I can tell she’s enjoying it.I sense that she’s getting close quickly and I’m sure she’s going to tip over the edge at any. She seemed oblivious to her weight as she trekked around the dunes, swam, or danced. Sometimes I'd watch her, not as Marie's mom but as a woman. Her ass was large, her legs were thick and shapely, and her tits were huge. Whenever I thought of them, I found myself imagining what it would be like to fondle and suck breasts that big.Before this, I never saw Kay in anything but her work clothes: simple dresses, or skirts and blouses, and sweaters in winter. Sometimes, she'd have a blouse on that.