I opened Ethel's letter first.Dear Charles,I know you always loved that black basque and we did have some fun in it, and out of it, so I thought I wou...d pass it on to someone who could use it.As you know Wendy and I have kept in touch and no doubt will continue to. You have trusted me a few times over her, and she has always come good. I expect she will again. I choose the words 'come good' carefully.Wendy knows about our relationship and isn't jealous. That is one of the benefits of youth and. Stella started inching down my boxers until my boner was free. Now my boner was firmly laying pointing up and right on her clit. It felt again like it was going to cum. She rubbed my back so hot but just kept going. She began to rub my butt cheeks and let her hand dive between my legs. She felt my balls as she and I were really gasping for air now. She was breathing right in my ear and little moans started in. Her hands started moving all over me, running her fingers thru my hair and squeezing. I was so beyond compliance by now. All the while his guttural voice whispered in my ear. “I’m gonna go out on a limb, Vivian. I think you get off on the idea of an overheated, horny worker having his way with you. I think you’d respond quite favourably to a calloused smack on that sweetly toned ass. I’ll even bet that you’d like a couple of holes filled, along with some routine maintenance. But first we need to secure the worksite.” Rubbing his pussy-soaked fingers around in my mouth, he. We walked towards a shady, secluded hilltop that overlooked the lake. I spread the blanket out as Jennifer began to empty the picnic basket. Feasting on strawberries dipped in chocolate, along with an assortment of fine cheeses and delicate cake, drinking wine as we sat on the blanket watching the sun set across the shimmering horizon. As we watched the day turn to dusk, Jennifer pressed her head on my shoulder, and we talked on about nothing of importance. Oranges, yellows, reds, and pinks.