If she was 100 pounds soaking wet, I would have been surprised. She had on what looked from the back to be little beige sundress and sandals. I could ...ee her making little tugs on the crate and with each little pull she grunted a bit. I yelled over "Hey, do you need a hand with that crate?" She turned and I was surprised to see a very pregnant woman looking back at me. "Boy, do I ever" she exclaimed"Be there in a sec" I called as I walked over to the grass and put my dog, Catcher, on a down. ” “I like it when you do bad things to me, Mrs. Vandermeer.” She smiled wickedly, her gaze holding mine as I trembled against her, rubbing my wet pussy against her thigh and letting out a fevered moan of desire. She kissed me playfully on the nose, and shook her head before pushing herself away from me. Helplessly I watched her retrieve her black lace bra from the dresser and slip her arms into the straps. She hadn’t really given me an answer, but I hadn’t really expected one. Abby was good. ? Shehits me again, and again, for about another minute before she says I am gettingtoo mad and she is getting too wet for her pants.? She takes off her pants and her soaking wetpanties.? Then she walks over to me andhits my ass again, while I scream she takes her panties and stuffs them in mymouth.? Before I can spit them out sheties a gag in place.? I can taste herpussy juices and can only swallow them now.?All that comes out now is a moan and grumbled words.? ?Now I can work in peace??she. Doing shows was good pay but unsteady work. She had earned a degree in Sales and Marketing but found early in her career that her bodacious body marketed products quicker than her witty sales pitches. She liked working these shows and, despite his cerebral safaris, Jeffery really knew his product. She was intrigued by this concept car. She wanted to find out more about Jeffery and his car. Francine threw a pitch at Jeffery. ‘Let’s go get changed and get some dinner. I want you to tell me more.