Said Mrs. Royal. Quite the little naughty house wife. I can see why the lawn boy was checking you out. I said. What was that? said Mr. Royal. Your wif... some little house wife. I said. More like big house wife. said her husband. He then smiled. I dont think I can mow your lawn or give you free cable. But I might be able to help. I said. Oh..What can we do? said Mrs. Royal. You could lower the amount of the materials and maybe some of my labor cost. Just by helping me out. Kinda of a mix of what. She had the open back of the dress round the front. Jee. My tool sprang up like a startled rattlesnake. Down Tiger, she said. We never even made the kitchen. She just sat back in her arm chair and I buried my face in her tits. Then she undid my pants. My tool was rock hard and she hung her legs over the arms of the chair, spreading herself wide. Her dress was around her waist. She was so wet it was unbelievable. She just guided me and I slid right up inside her. Her nips was like bullets. It was the afternoon of the christmas party a week before christmas, as per normal on a Friday a few of us went to the local pub at lunchtime for a meal and a couple of drinks but some had an extra drink or two and when we arrived back at work after an extended lunch hour started to become very silly, Jane was only a young thing of 16, too young to have been drinking but she still had three large glasses of wine in the pub and Denise and her was playing truth or dare in my office, Jane did a. But as i was in my final year i saw her once and believe me it was difficult to recognize her ‘coz she was all dressed up lik a women bangles, saree etc etc…..and no points for guessing yaaa she got married.Two-three years from ten some how she contacted me and tats how things began for me. She always sounded happy and chirpy but as slowly she opened up she told me her family life was not going tat smooth.She even told me she lived in a different room in the same apartment where her husband.