Ivan grinned widely, seemingly to purposely reflect almost eighty percent of sunlight directly on to my face with his nickel-cased teeth. He constantl... made me feel I was in a Bond parody film set, with the same supporting cast, only slightly bent."So?" asked Steve without provocation and without a care, delving deep into the insides of the truck's dashboard and assorted interior extras, like the small cupboard in the back and the impossibly tiny WC. I had seen where this kind of talk could. I answered it and it was Tracy."My panties and bras are dry. Come over and take them down, then youcan put them away neatly in my drawers," Tracy said."OK, Tracy," I said. I went downstairs and collected the laundry andbrought it into her house. She was at her desk doing homework while Ifolded up her panties and bras and then put them away in her drawer. Ispent a little time straightening out both drawers. When I was done Isaid, "well I guess I'm done Tracy."She gave me the slightest smile and. ”“No, really, come on over. I’ll even cook breakfast in the morning. Please?”The girl’s desire to impress her boss won him over. “Listen, are you sure you want me over? If somebody finds out, you know what they’ll say?”Tina waved it off. “You need anything from your office?”“No but give me a couple of minutes to call Lizzie and tell her I’m tied up, then I’ll close up. Come on back in.” Sam called his daughter and cleaned off his desk, then locked up the building. Outside, he popped the trunk. She pushed me down by my shoulders, until I was face to face with her glistening peach. “Lick me!” she whispered, “I want to feel your perverted tongue all over me.” I didn’t need any further encouragement. I crouched down and darted my tongue in and out of her pussy lips, flicking her clitoris and enjoying the sweet musky smell of her sex. She writhed about, standing above me, fucking my tongue with her pussy almost as much as I was able to lick her. Her stomach muscles tensed up as she came.