“You’re English?” One of them said and he slapped hands with the other guy.“Yeah, sun cream?” I prompted him again. The other guy stood up w...th the bottle in his hands, his shorts were looking a little full. Sue, like the dirty bitch she is, looked over the top of her sunglasses checking out the guys crouch, she smiled and licked her lips.“Sure,” He said and stepped towards us, “But we get to apply it.” “God, thought you’d never ask.” Sue said rolling onto her front “Back first though.” I lay. She have son now he is 15. They came to work for us few years ago. Mom hired her. Son started to work in orchard which my parent had.One day it was raining, I was feeling to drink coffee so I went to ask maid (Nalni) if she can make me coffee. Their living area was joint with our house. They also had out side door beside one door open to our part of house. I came down to ask her. As I was at the door I heard moaning from the room. Their kitchen was the first room we have to enter to her room. I. Almost.One night, I actually got bored listening to the silence and started to think about one of those stories I had intended to write if I ever had the time. Well, I had the time now. But could I do it? Would I do it? Writing is one of those things that look so easy when it's done right, that you never notice the skill it requires. A good writer draws you into the story and you become a part of it. The writer's thoughts become yours and it is only by their skill and craft that you suddenly. There is just too much spermatic fluid and jism to flood and overfill her. Pity for her! She is moaning and sobbing along with me. And we are both liking and are passionate about this deep down our hearts. Damn us for it! I stir my hand yet again to reach for Stians buttock. I do not let it go once I have grabbed it. It is so baby smooth and thrilling and electrifying and exhilarating to touch and stroke. Ashhhh! Was it fashioned and formed straight in heaven for me alone or not? I think so. It.