Of course – it was Jennifer.“Good morning Miss,” I remembered to say.“Peter, would you be a darling and come over in about twenty minutes. We ...eed to have a little chat,” she replied.“Yes, I’m not busy – see you then Miss,” was my response.At the appointed time, I rang the bell (at the tradesman’s entrance), so be greeted by a vision of sex on legs. Jennifer was wearing a short skirt exposing most of her long, shapely legs in the sheerest ‘barely black’ nylon and five-inch stilettos. To top. She leaned closer tome and collected the end of my bib in one hand. "Here baby," she cooed tome, flicking her dark brown curls out of her face. "We have to get offthe rest of your old lippy first. You've smeared it all over the place."I realised I must look like a complete fool to these beautiful youngwomen and cringed in shame. "Let me get that for you." Annette spat on mybib, making a wet patch, and then scrubbed around my messy lips with themoist spot like a concerned mother. Even as I. I was so happy to see them the disciplined women who never wished to show her skin anyone till now, and I was very sure I am second man to get this chance for me it is wonderful because it never displayed to any man than her husband that feeling it self is great,She was just watching me and also feeling relaxed as I was massaging her feet but I never dare to touch her legsShe kept starting at me and asked me are you bored of doing it rakuu I said no I am not, then she told thank you so much I. ‘What the fuck!’ I cried, pulling on the handle. Shit. It must have locked when I slammed it shut. I almost laughed at the absurdity of standing naked in my back yard while my husband was across town fucking his whore. ‘Here I am world,’ I wanted to shout. ‘Fuck me over some more’. Now what? I knew the rest of the doors were locked. We had talked about a keyless entry for our garage but had never gotten around to it. There was a light on next door but I was naked as a jaybird. Well, almost. I.