Wendy and her husband had migrated to Australia from the UK over thirty years earlier, and this was one of the rare opportunities for the sisters to m...et up. Wendy apologised to me for telling Bev about her eccentric next-door neighbour, and Bev had asked to see me for herself. "I thought you wouldn't mind," she explained, rather unnecessarily.Bev extended her hand across the fence, and I accepted the greeting. Still holding my hand, she stared down below my waist, and commented on the. "I got out and went around the car, opened the door and put out my hand to Sarah. I opened the back door as I plastered myself to her, giving her a full french kiss after she initiated the tongue action. Still joined at the lips, I sat her on the back seat and nudged her to move over so I could sit too. All the time I was softly rubbing her and didn't waste much time till I cupped her tit, running my thumb over her hard nipple. She sighed into my mouth and I knew I was on the fast track. In a. I was a bit nervous to be honest.Sandy would have died laughing if she could have seen me. I was going to have to buck up before I got out at the restaurant to keep her from giving me shit. She might anyway because I'm sure she had talked to Mel and knew the deal. She's probably chuckling anyway.When we arrived in front, Sandy parked and did her usual thing and as the girls waited patiently I paid Sandy giving her the usual obnoxious tip that she never wanted but wouldn't make a scene over and. My medium sized breasts moved with each breath I took and I knew she could hear me. In this room every little sound was magnified. Mistress walked back into my view and once again I was in awe of her, black corset dress, black heeled boots made her long legs seem even longer, her pale skin was made even more so by the color, and her tattoos…oh those tattoos made me want to melt. Both arms mostly covered and a few one her legs; my favorite one was the one on her right hip, a small sugar skull.