I’m a manager at one of those large chain haircutting places. After the morning the day ground to a very slow pace as the skies got so dark out it w...s almost black as night out. There was heavy rain and lightning. Due to the weather there had only been a couple of people come in to get haircuts but that was a long time ago. I sent my other girls home and sat alone waiting for closing time and my husband to get here to take me out. I sat in a salon chair watching TV I only had an hour and a half. Of course that was somewhat fruitless considering he had to reach into his pants to adjust his cock so he could stand up straight.On his way back, he was stopped for a moment staring open-mouthed at Cynthia who was down to just her panties and looking as sexy as any woman he could recall ever seeing. She was very flattered by his reaction, and smiled a warm red-faced smile full of lust and passion. Quickly it was off with his tie and shirt and pants, leaving just his feeble briefs to conceal. She was pushing him in and moans were indicative that she was enjoying. ahh filled the room he banged her and she enjoyed ,they were in each other’s arms in missionary position he sucked her lips and her boobs ,they were red hot ,they were fucking like husband wife after another 15 minutes Arif gave some large and hard thrusts and collapsed on her filling her cunt with his seeds. It was an orgasm of the century she just screamed in pleasure ahhhh and scratched his back with her nails and they. Tiffany had dressed simply so as to not arouse suspicion. She wore her lacey bra and silky panties (that she had conveniently cut a teeny hole as she knew it would soon be enlarged) beneath her outer garments. Her top was a flimsy thin cotton shirt with a collar and three smooth buttons, its pattern of rosy flowers splattered across the bosom. Covering her panties was a long smooth skirt. Tiffany never wore clothing with too many buttons – it just wasn’t flattering to the blubbery.