”. “Will do, Sir.” “So I told my office I needed a night off and they gave me that Friday off as I had Saturday already. I put on my best suit...after bathing and shaving. “Got to look my best for this special assignment.” I told my wife. “So you,re actually in the same hotel then.” she asked. “ Yes, an Arab businessman wants his suite looked after while he,s out for the evening. He keeps lots of money in his safe and his body guard has the evening off. He,s paying me 150£ for it.” I lied about. Then I got dressed for my big day out. I really did feel good about myself. Even with my hair at that unmanageable length, I felt good. I hadn't made a decision about what I would do with my hair at the time. It had been growing six months and still was only two and a half inches long. It was too long for that cute butch look, and too short to be at all sexy. It was just a mess.I considered a walk down to the river. It was only about a hundred yards of new growth forest, so it was a manageable. ."[spank!] This time, instead of removing my hand right away, I left it on top of her jeans-clad ass and rubbed. I wasn't the only one rubbing, as Sasha appeared to be grinding her belly against the erection that had formed in my own jeans. And it was only then that I realized her initial squeals after each spank had dropped in pitch and tone, until she was rather obviously moaning with each swat.[spank!]"Ungh..." Sasha groaned, bowing her head and wriggling her belly against my hard-on once. She stuck her tongue out and gently and deliberately licked my lips. I responded in kind. “Mmm, you taste good,” Mom murmured softly. We went on kissing and tonguing. I moved my hands down to caress Mom’s bare knees and then gradually moved them up her bare thighs under the duster.She made no attempt to stop my progress toward her hips instead the kisses became more insistent. Finally I reached my goal and discovered, as I had hoped, that she was wearing no panties. I gently squeezed and.