" Well Mike like I said that's a great line." It's not a line... uh... ?" Teresa." Well it's not a line Teresa I do think your beautiful." Alright, fi...e. I'll take it as a compliment Mike. Now what are the panties for, really for?"His eyes dropped down to the panties she was still holding in her hand. It was a pair of French cut, black silk lace panties. "Ah well it's my wife's birthday on Saturday and I was looking for something... ah... appropriate. Not necessarily panties really, I just was. He whimpered like a frightened horse. Celly stroked his flank and cooed ‘relax, baby, just relax’ and slipped her finger past the band of muscles at the entrance and deep into his arse making sure to twist as the knuckle went in? He nearly came then and there: sensing this Celly grabbed his balls and squeezed. That took care of his urge to cum!She finger fucked him for a few minutes as he struggled to remain upright before removing the finger. It was roughly shoved into his face and with a. As I saw her walking seductively, she looked like a sex goddess.That day she was wearing a brick red plain saree tightly wrapped around her hourglass hips and flowing freely near her feet. A sleeveless black blouse with a deep neck and back – with so less cloth, it was a miracle how the blouse was holding her 34 size boobs steady.Her exposed midriff was curved in many ways, from to back, side to side, top to down, except the stomach was completely flat. She had a new tattoo on her beautiful. Ya know—ur a pretty good lookin man, I think I could tear that ass up” I says with a shit-eatin grin. I was so fuckin cocky. Kirk continues with, “That's great Matthew, so here's the deal. You come every week to mow—rain or shine”. “Rain”? “Ya, even rain—we'll just come back here on the patio and go straight for the dick down, lol. You do this every week, I figure about 20 mows. If you agree to that, then after you clean up a bit, we will hop in my car and go down to Carlise's. As it turns.