The owner was an old man and was so friendly, he has 3 daughters of which two are married and the 3rd one finished her college and is waiting for the ...not.Some days she used to be at counter as her father may have some other job, she was so friendly with us. We used to chat and make fun of each other, a jovial atmosphere. Her name was, Asha, she had a friend living next to this bakery, her name was Remya. She was married and had a 4 year old child. She was around 26 years fair, beautiful, neat. I texted with Sara a few times since we fucked, but our schedules never worked out so that we could have a repeat performance. I wanted to cum, needed to cum, but my hands wouldn't be enough. And then it hit me; the waitress gave me her phone number. She didn't seem to be a futa girl like Sara and me, but that didn't matter. She was incredibly sexy with a wide, round ass, and small perky tits. If she was around, and willing, perhaps the day would turn out better than expected. I shuffled. The sex became progressively better and hotter each time. Was it the fact the relationship was supposed to have no strings, it was fun, something new? Who knows….One thing is for sure. Jane got her fill of love and cum. Jane was a screamer and up for anything. The girl aimed to please. She wanted a real man to rescue her from her boring difficult relationship. She saw that in Jim.Jane took it however she could get it. The ass, pussy, mouth. She never complained. She was a nasty but. We rarely lock our doors. If there’s no trust, none of this works. And you haven’t exactly unpacked.” In response to his frown, she added, “Manon’s also the entire housekeeping staff during the slower months.”“It feels like I’m being watched.”“I’m repeating myself, but it’s a small village. For better or worse, everybody knows everybody else and their business. There’s not much to do or see around here, and even if there was, you wouldn’t be here for it at this time of year. Once you arrived,.