I was convinced by the stranger’s talks and decided to help her. After all, I was just passing time.To describe her – her name is Anita. She is 45...46 years old. She was heavier than me. Her black curls were matching her little dusky skin. Not an angel but yes she was a bit sexy with good curves. She had maintained herself with yoga which she told me while shopping.We talked and I helped her shop everything that was needed. After shopping, she offered me a cup of tea at her house.I told her no. I could watch her over Bill’s head and was transfixed by her face, which reflected her excitement in watching us. Her fingers worked expertly on her clit, and soon her cum started. I’m sure I can never capture the beauty of that moment in words. That cum pulsed through her entire body. I swear she instinctively pushed her tits out on display as her hips rocked in mini-fucks. The most beautiful part was her face. Mary must have incredible trouble lying, in that her eyes and face tell everything.. Patel tested select examples. He jotted many notes down on a sheet of plain white paper.There was surprisingly little negotiation. The consortium wanted the diamonds, and Waylon wanted the money."Euros or dollars?" asked Mr. Patel.A lot in Waylon's life had changed, and was still changing, but greenbacks would always be acceptable. The sale was completed with a minimum amount of fuss. Waylon was once again a rich man, both technically and practically.Mr. Patel looked pleased. "Mr. Eckermann, a. Hes corner-of-the-mouth smile looks just a tad mischievous. Her warm hazel eyes were gazing back at me. And oooh, her bodacious body. I had known this girl for years and always know she was attractive but never thought of her as anything special until I saw her in that prom dress she was just stunning.We headed off to the prom at around 7:30 we arrived in style with that hummer limo, I must admit I ditched my prom date when I saw my best friend Molly in the crowd we took so many photos together.