Alleen gekleed in deze boernoesdie niets te raden overlaat naar mijn gevoel. Ik voel mij naakt.Op een grote bank zitten drie vrouwen te praten. Als ze...ons zienaankomen staan ze op. Stom verbaasd blijf ik staan. De oudste heb ik alontmoet, de twee anderen zijn jonger. Ergens begin de dertig en dejongste halverwege de twintig. Het zijn schoonheden. Ze dragen wel eensluier voor hun gezicht, maar die is van een voileachtige stof envolkomen doorzichtig. Maar hun verdere kleding. Ook de oudste draagt. This is very odd as she delivers mail like clockwork around 2:00 – 2:15PM everyday for the last 14 years – never asking to use the bathroom. When I brought my home, she was one of the first people I met and over the years I would take a break around 2 to get the mail. We would chat on the porch for a couple of minutes exchanging pleasantries (weather, k**s, vacations, etc.).I let her in and directed her to the bathroom. I waited in the kitchen sitting on a stool having coffee and she. Now I guide my left hand slowly to her boobs and grab her left bosom over her bra and blouse.Me: Your boobs are so soft, I feel like devouring them.My wife: Go ahead, my love. They are all yours to devour.Listening to this, I was sure she had also started to enjoy now.My wife: Are you going to sniff there all night or taste my pussy too? Please, lick my pussy and gulp down my juices.Within a split second of listening to her say all that, I got wild and ripped her panty forcefully. I started. I unlock the door and we enter, and I guide her straight to the lounge and tell her to make herself comfortable on the sofa while I get some warm water, disinfectant and cotton wool to clean her leg.I place her heel between my legs as I sit on the stool in front of her and I caress her leg as I start to clean her wound. I can just glimpse her dark blue panties when I raise my eyes from the task in hand. She sits back and relaxes on the sofa and I encourage her to just relax and let me make her.