He told her, "My name isPeter Mech. Until today I worked as an accountant. I had cartrouble on the way to work and the tow truck driver told me my car...as junk. I was late for work and they are downsizing and fired me.I took a cab home and found my wife in bed with another man. Theywere laughing at how dumb I was. I decided to commit suicide ratherthan face my cheating wife." Well, my name is Roberta Means and I own the Elite beauty parlor.Are you sure you want to put an end to Pete Mech?" Yes,. "Hey. Make yourself comfortable. Really comfortable." I obliged as she exited the shower and toweled off before exiting the bathroom. "You got a nice body for a guy in his thirties, you know that? Let's go stand out on the balcony. No one can see us. I do it all the time." She opened the sliding glass door and we both stepped out, nude in a cool autumn night. "Doesn't that feel nice?" "Yeah." Colleen turned to take in the view and pulled me to stand behind her, where she pushed her. She’s starting to make noises – more than moaning, she’s beginning to whimper and growl around the cock… “Mmmnnnn… Ggrrrrrrr…. MMMmmaaaahhhhhh!” Something else is building inside her… That rarest of rarities… A second orgasm before the first has gone…Fingering herself… Sucking the dog… Swallowing his cum… Abuse from Carol… “You dirty kike slut! You fucking love it, don’t you… I know why the nazis wanted you all dead now, whore…!”And she cums again… This time so hard that her mouth opens wide. She would have him over while I was at work, he ran heavy equipment and on rainy days he didn't work. Later when I came home she would tell me about it. I knew if it was raining when I got up to go to work that Andrea would be well fucked when I got home. She was always freshly showered and she never let me have sex with her that same day. After some serious begging on my part she didn't shower after he had left. She just put on a pair of panties and when I got home I got to see her creamy pie..