I had not met them yet so I was a little surprised to see the woman raise a hand and tentatively wave at me. As weird as it felt to be staring into...someone’s window after midnight and waving to them, I was certain things could not get weirder.I was wrong.As I switched legs and began to stretch again, a figure appeared behind the woman in the window. Mentally I prepared myself to take off running if he started to open the window and scream at me or I saw him with a phone calling the cops. . The ice came from the same stream that was dammed above the farm, to supply the water to the house. They harvested ice every winter, sometimes twice in a winter. They filled the icehouse up to its very ceiling.He got the pan and emptied it. After carefully mopping up the water that had spilled, he rinsed out the drip pan, and put it back under the icebox.It was the seal on the icebox door. It was rotten and needed to be replaced. He had jury-rigged it as best as he could, but it seemed the air. Her head threw back, blonde hair dancing. She stumbled, her left hand grabbing the counter to support herself. Her moans echoed through the workroom.I loved it. I licked my lips, my cunt on fire despite cumming. My twat squeezed about my digits still buried in me. I watched the ecstasy spill over my mother’s face. She surrendered to the rapture of it. I groaned at how gorgeous she was.How much I wanted her.Then our orgasms passed.She fell into panting bliss. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy,. The girl’s eyes so innocent – especially when she unconsciously batts her long lashes. Joi pushes a few of Ashley’s loose strands of hair back over the girl’s soft shoulder. “Here, put on these.” Joi reaches into the hip pocket of her lab coat and pulls out a pair of white panties. Ashley takes the undergarments. Joi turns and goes back to her seat. Ashley waits for Joi to be seated. She then slides down her pink panties and steps out of them. As the girl begins to put on the white thong, Joi.