Watching is as good as, if not better than, listening. The woman in red flips the dress up sharply at the back and lets it float to her calves and ank...es, teasing him. Her swaying becomes more extrovert and she places one palm against the window, then the other, shoulder-width apart, and glides them downward, jutting her bottom towards him. She spins to face him, pressing her shoulders against the glass and points, rather theatrically, into the room. Perhaps she's miming to the song lyrics. It. Now she was lying over me kissing me , my dick was poking her pussy, it was rock hard. I didn’t want to waste time and as her tight pussy was still sticky i started to move it inside. As soon as she realized that i was poking my dick in her she tried to get off. Not now please i am small. I banged her back on the bed and was now on top of her, please don’t do it , we are small now. I paid lease attention to her, she was under me and i started pushing my dick in her she was moaning with pain and. After I asked her if she was the one responsible for that oven, her tone switched to be more defensive. I continued swiping with the rag, moving as much batter on the dust bin as I could before emptying it carefully into the metal trash bin I'd brought with me."Do you usually leave spilled batter on the floor, and then go waltzing off to take your break?"I didn't try to hide the accusatory tone to my words. It came out like more than a simple question. We both knew that spilling batter, then. He wasn't a mental doctor and had no idea of her state of mind, but she was behaving like a kid at a party, but she was no kid and the bounce of her tits was evident to that, this was a grown woman behaving in a very suggestive way."Dance, dance", she called as she grab him and pulled him up, crushing him against those wobbling mounds of flesh. He pulled back, holding her at arms length. "Aunty Grace I have some papers for you to sign and I have to witness, they are important if you want to get.