I undid his belt and his pants dropped down to his ankles. I held his hand and brought him to my bedroom, his big calloused repairman hands were in co...trast to my small baby-soft hands..I stood in the middle of the bedroom, admiring his muscular body and big throbbing erection with plumb balls, full of spunk ready to be milked by my devouring thick lips..I made him sit on my bed, spread his legs to kneel down on the ground.. The repair-boy had a very smooth and inviting anus.I swirled my tongue. Flat 5 ,top floor , the single professional woman always on her laptop sat on the balcony when the weather lets . Glasses down her nose ,looking at the emails from todays meetings , she just glances up as I stand up from a nap on the lounger , sun still hot ,making me sleepy . I notice I have a erection from the dream about flat 4 . Well , flat 5 is watching ,but pretending not to , acts a bit snooty , but underneath she is hot . My shirt comes off , her hand finds it way down her dress to ease. Hardy's house. I noticed he was adjusting his pants and didn't seem to be very comfortable. He had his newspaper open wide and he lowered it to cover his lap. A few minutes later I saw his head tilt back and he let out a deep breath. Without realizing what I was watching, I had just witnessed Mr. Hardy getting himself off. He looked down at his paper and then he looked at me. I quickly glanced away and gathered up my breakfast dishes and made my way over to the sink. The thought of Mr. Hardy. When I sat down in the car and he started driving, all either of us knew was what we wanted. He wanted to touch my tits and I wanted to suck his dick.What does that have to do with this? Simple, it's not always about what you expect. It's about more than that. Sometimes your expectations are met, sometimes they're missed. Sometimes you are in control and sometimes you're controlled.In the end, isn't it all about pleasure? How much pleasure do you get in a day? Me? I prefer as much as possible,.