They wandered around the house and the outside area closest to the back of the mansion discussing where to open the gate. Ken thought the bedroom woul... be appropriate, but Jane had a different idea and led him to a small garden just off one of the studies.It was beautifully laid out, with several benches and paths through well tended bushes and flowering trees. It was actually protected on two sides by the mansion itself, and had a small pool of clear water in it. Ken agreed that it was. His whole hand touched her vagina, then stroked the line from her pink pearl to her center. One long thick finger disappeared within her sweet walls. She was melting all over again. He pleasured her slowly and slipped her bikini from her writhing limbs. His sun kissed flesh blended well with her skin. Sounds of his chest hair on her breasts echoed the rhythm of his legs rocking between her own. Her chest heaved into his as she breathed. Her hands rubbed at the muscles of his backside, then soft. He told her he could see she liked it and he bet she wanted to suck it as he pushed it toward her mouth. She said she clenched her mouth shut and refused. He said alright but the way she was teasing him yesterday he knew she wanted him to fuck her and he had his hand down inside her top and pulled her breasts out and was squeezing them and telling her how he like her milk white titties and big nipples. She told him he couldn't do this she was old enough to be his mother. He told her his mother. “Please close the door, Chanelle,” he said, and I did. I was really wondering by now what this was all about. I was getting nervous. Was he going to fire me, or what?Mr. Simple is probably in his mid 40’s, I’d guess. He’s not really large, but not petite or whatever you call guys. He’s right in the middle. He’s still got most of his hair, though it’s turning gray. He’s clean-shaven, and he probably was handsome back in his twenties ... but he’s no spring chicken any more. His personality is.