Guests gone, evening over, Lisa doing something in the kitchen. My body wanted to go to bed but my mind was telling me that I had to clean up. Fucking...mind. "Never fucking mind, fucking mind." "What?" :isa asked from the kitchen. "Just mumbling to myself babe" I replied, just as she bounced through the door into the dining room with a fresh bottle of red and two clean glasses. Grinning. "How can you possibly be so fucking happy with this fucking mess to pick up?". "I'm fucking happy because I'm. They’re worth a small ... well maybe a medium sized fortune, or at least they will be after we do a little remedial work on them. I’ll start looking into that today, when I get a chance. In the meantime, I suggest you don’t mention it to anyone else. It will only cause problems.”“Good idea, Dad.” Said Ex.“Oh, and maybe start thinking about which one you want us to work on first. You know, the one you want for your first car.” James said, giving his teenage son a massive grin. “They’ve obviously. Then the phone rang again. She knew Jason must be at the gate but she was in a little bit of a predicament. How could she get rid of this other guy that left her feeling so unsatisfied? After seeing and feeling Jason's beautiful hard cock the weekend before, it was all she thought about all week. She even used her vibrator and masturbated thinking about how good he had fucked her. Every night that week, she masturbated and squirted all over herself at the thought of his huge beautiful cock.How. All the benches were filling up and a couple of men asked if they could share our bench. I welcomed the opportunity to flirt. "Please join us" I said. One sat one side and the other sat on my side. I couldn't help but show him what was on offer. I sat astride the bench, exposing my pussy (my now very wet pussy) to the guy. The shorts were right up my pussy and the lips were hanging out the side. He couldn't stop staring. My tits were hard and the nipples erect. My husband suggested we go.