‘Does…does that upset you?’ she asked. Joanne smiled and shook her head. ‘No, Fran, it doesn’t upset me, not in the least,’ she said. Actu...lly, she was relieved to hear the news. Making love with Fran had been a wonderful experience, but she wasn’t sure she wanted their sexual relationship to continue. And, on top of that, she knew she’d feel guilty if she slept with Fran now that she’d begun a relationship with Larry. She’d been trying to figure out how to tell Fran that. Her friend had solved. Placing her head on the bed, she spread her legs and slid two fingers inside her. Slowly sliding them in and out of her wet pussy, she moaned with every stroke. Then she slid her thong to one side and exposed her hot box to me. Gleaning in the light, her pussy juices dripped down her inner thigh. She continued to rub her clit as I walked up behind her. I bent down and placed my mouth on her hot box as she moaned in ecstasy. My tongue roamed the area around her box and along her. But the real story started two days ago, with another lady!I was lurking, waiting for a girl to come so I could wank behind her, and hopefully cum unseen, knowing the risk that I could have been seen. Then comes this arab girl, short skirt, nice legs, nice ass going up the stairs that leads to the nice path, so I get walking to manage to arrive behind her, and start masturbating with my dick in the open, I stops a bit before an opening leading to a building, keeping me safe, and knowing that. " Julia, I will keep that in mind."I called it a day after I left the Eppler's house.A few minutes before eleven the next morning, I rang the bell of the Dorall residence, another upscale house in a fairly new neighborhood. Neil Dorall was another of the salesmen who had fucked Yvonne.The doorbell was answered by a pretty mid-twentyish blonde. I introduced myself and she said that she was Jeanette Dorall. She invited me to the family room to talk. When I explained why I was there, she was.