S said. "Run the fence on the far side of the house first and I'll find out where to go in order to include the property next door before you get back...to the property line between these houses. I was told this would be done by noon tomorrow, is that a problem?" No sir, I'll call the company and get another crew out here and between the 5 of us, we'll have it done by then," the fence man replied. He wanted to ask about a possible bonus in the form of the 2 women next door, and maybe this one. Both he and Henrietta had a set routine that always started with a “down on her knees” position that robbed the church going woman of her middle-aged reputation for upstanding moral character.After that, they both liked to move straight into the preferred “doggy” style form of love making that let her tits swing freely with the weight of gravity and lack of restraint on the bed. He loved the sound of his balls bouncing on her ass cheeks and feminine folds like they were a pair of young lovers. He wondered what the wife was made of; he was afraid he could guess.Milano’s was busy; well, it was lunch hour.“What can I get for you ladies?” said Cecilia.“The lunch special,” said Harriet. Abigail nodded her agreement.“Coming up,” said Cecilia.“So what are you going to do?” said Harriet.“I’m going to call him. I may not be able to get through, but I’m going to try. He’s not in Kabul. He’s out somewhere in the countryside. He’s some colonel’s techie, is what he’s told me. At least I’ll be. Pushing them up so she could see them closer, rolling the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, tweaking them into hardness in spite of a slight soreness from Max's attack. They were beautiful, more beautiful than she had really noticed before and her gradual massaging was causing them to rise into creamy white firmness that would not have looked out-of-place on a marble goddess. The nipples quivered before the attack of her rapidly teasing forefingers and protruded high and proud from.