When I pulled up to the window her looks matched her voice. Red hair ,more orange than red, but pulled back in a ponytail. Her body was sexy but not h...ge breasted but looking at her ass as she bent over sent a shockwave thru my cunt. She came to the window & I told her good morning & smiled. She returned the greeting & I just had to say it . I told her how pretty she looked & how I admired her ass figuring I'd get told to never come back. But to my surprise she smiled & said it wasn't fair. There was her body language, too: a wide, ready smile; a disarmingmanner; girly flirtatiousness; averted gazes alternating with lingeringlooks; an indulgent manner; and a solicitous, engaging, and submissivedemeanor.She'd sucked my cock on our first date and had taken it up her lovely,round ass on our third.I'd thought I'd found the perfect woman.Thereafter, slowly, subtly, she'd changed--or, rather, the true womanbehind the makeup, the perfectly coiffed hair, and the admirable breastimplants. . bums too. Have you ever heard of that?" Maybe... I think so."Blake noted that Justin was still holding the laptop in front of him. "Do you like these photos Justin? Have you ever seen pictures like these before?" Sort of. I've see Playboys and stuff. But these are a lot better."The older man smiled. "Yup - they sure are." He paused. "Um, why don't you put your computer down? Those get awfully heavy."Justin looked down uncertainly. "Um... no, that's okay."Blake flashed a friendly smile at the. I find lots of opportunities to bend over so he can see the ass that still makes his head turn, even after two years of us being together. It usually backfires on me because by the time he starts grabbing my ass and rubbing his hard dick against me, I’m ready to let dinner burn, bend over the counter, and beg him to slam his dick in my horny backdoor. If I make it through dinner, and maybe even a little TV or music afterwards, I'm pretty anxious to get to the main event. We've gotten into a.