“Mala, I can’t imagine it is really happening….very strange…” I said admittedly.“Yeah…that was why I had said there would be several sur...rises for you. It would have lost its importance if I had told you all these before” she grinned. “That’s right” I agreed. I circled my hands around her waist from behind.While we were still looking at our images on the mirror, I saw her catching my hands and lifting them to the place just below the bases of her boobs. I cupped her hills and began to caress. Sex. After the second cognac, we were in the mood. "Quinn, I need to get laid - now!" "Great, so do I. Let's go inside and get down to business." We went straight to Abby's bedroom. We embraced and kissed passionately, our hands exploring each other. It had been quite a while since we'd done that. I felt Abby's hand rubbing my cock. Her touch was gentle, having great effect. My cock was getting harder and my breathing was getting heavier. My hand went right for her amazing tits and those large. "On the way home, she told me about her husband. He owned a smalljewellery and watch repair shop. I knew it. It was very small andpokey. He worked there each day alone then picked his wife up to gohome. It suited her because she collected clocks and he repaired manyof the antiques she brought in. It suited him as she was able to buyany number of feminine things for him. She found out about his littlehabit years ago and applied for the job because of it. As the yearswent by, her husband had. Chandice please.” “Uh, sure Chandice,” Brent shrugged and he emptied the lawnmowers contents into a plastic bag. “You almost done?” Chandice asked, flashing another smile. “Almost,” Brent said before closing the bag. “Need to put this in the trash, put my lawnmower in my truck, and then I’m out of your hair.” “How many more houses do you have to do?” Chandice asked. “You were my last one for today,” Brent said turning to look at her. “That’s cool,” Chandice said with another smile as she.