Her face showed an unblemished and bronzed tan, but her model looks were belied by the spectacles she wore to read the computer screen. As he approach...d her she looked up with sparkling green eyes. Her broad full lips parted as she asked, "May I help you?" Yes, I was wondering... how's the signal here?" pointing at her laptop and then around in the air."Hmm... is that the new replacement for 'What's your sign?'" It does have a certain symmetry, doesn't it?" I suppose..." she trailed off and. Two months after moving into the house she regreted having won the argument. Money was tight. To save money, John moved out of his office in an office building. He converted the garage to a home office and worked from there on his programming contracts. The move had initially hurt his ability to earn. Working from a garage had made him look like an amateur, but his excellent reputation for delivering quality code had salvaged his earnings from a spiral downwards.John had never complained about. "Oopsies! I'm just making this spermy mess worse, aren't I? Maybe this will help." She raised her heavy tits and tried pushing them together. Since much of his cum had dripped directly down into the deep abyss between her perfect globes, or was running towards it, she managed to smear a lot of it into her skin.Needless to say, Alan was extremely turned on by all this."That's better," she concluded, even though she was still sliding her huge globes against each other. "I think I got most of it.. The fact that my ownsister had taken the role of my mistress had added a new edge to my lust. Inall fairness, why should she have to clean her room if she had someone like meto do it? Iconsidered the answers while sifting through her room. It really was a mess,and as well as having her clothes strewn everywhere, her desk was a totalstate. I could see why she didn?t want to be the one to clean it. The task wasa daunting prospect as I knew nothing of her expectations. I could only imaginethat she.