.really? Yes, sir I worked for the original owner in the summer full time and when in school I worked only Sat for him. He was a great owner and I lea...ned a lot from him in this industry before I felt Maria hand on my back. I turned around to see her standing next to me looking stunning as usual. Who is this pretty lady Mr Silva ask? My I introduce you to my lady Maria as she shakes his hand...Hi Maria nice to meet you...It’s nice to meet you too. Would you like a drink? Sure, wine is fine..Mr. You came out to say hello to me and you were wearing your black lacy lingerie that you wore for our repairman fantasy. You were surprised to see my friends there but you came out anyways with a smirk on your face. We were kind of drunk and the other guys were staring at your obviously hard nipples that were poking out and at your creamy legs. You were wearing your hair in a pony tail and you had bright red lipstick on and some other makeup, which was strange as you were just asleep (or so you. ‘I definitely like your long, sand-colored hair.’ ‘More than my breasts?’ Anya asked. Even though I could not see her smile, I could practically hear the ends of her lips curling upward. ‘Perhaps,’ I admitted, slipping my hands down the front of my wife’s body, rhythmically squeezing her ample feminine swells through the flannel shirt. ‘Then again, perhaps now.’ Anya purred again, practically melting as I manipulated her chest. Briefly, her hands covered mine, causing me to squeeze a little. I decided to wash away the taste by returning to her pussy, which also packed quite a heavy stench, and had a salty-sweet offering. I was now running my tonge along the length of her crack as the tastes mingled."I wanna fucking smash you up your arse now" i said in pure excitement. "well come on then, what are you fucking waiting for??" Vanessa replied. I picked Vanessa up from the bonnet and we moved to alongside the car, where she pressed her body against the door, upright, and from behind i.