But she seemed to be talkative so what the heck.I noticed right off her thin niteshirt revealed her ample breasts and nipples seemed to be protruding,...he wasnt wearing a bra this morn like usual.I gazed lower and didnt detect any panty line either hmmm the ol gal is nude underneith her niteshirt.I wonder what gives.Maybe just trying to be more comfy I figured.After a few minutes of idle chat about work and the weather sports scores and whatnot.She told me about her chat with my wife last nite.. We called it quits about 3 am so we could get some sleep, most of the guys happy that they had fucked us and seen the animals fuck us too, and this time we told them to let us sleep knowing it was going to be a very long weekend of fucking.After a wake up shower and internal clean, we had a light breakfast, Steve more than happy to make sure we had energy for today, around lunch time, the guys began to turn up and wanted the fun to start again, so this time we paced ourselves, we knew if not we. ‘That’s true and a good job at that. You know, Richard, car sales are in a slump at the moment. I have to watch the pennies.’ He exhaled loudly and looked at my glass. ‘Want another drink?’ ‘You salesman are always pleading poverty. You make me laugh.’ I managed a smile. ‘Yes, okay, if you can afford it, I’ll have one for the road. Then I must be getting home.’ It was 7:30 when I got home and, after pouring myself a generous slug of brandy, I went upstairs to my office and switched on the. ." Brenda continued on, not noticing that Sarah was lost in her own world.Sarah could still see the picture in her mind of Mark lying there in their bed, the sheets only partially covering his lean, masculine body. She looked down on his sleeping form, his wavy black hair ruffled, his face peaceful and his eyelids closed concealing dark eyes that burned with passion when they made love.Mark never exercised as such, but his work involved lifting and moving heavy boxes every day, and it showed in.