She opened the patio door, walked to the pool, slipped off her sandals, her panties, her bra, and stepped into the pool. The water was cold. Goose bu...ps everywhere. As she went deeper the chill moved up her thighs, her pussy, her abdomen. Her nipples grew hard. Without wetting her hair, she stroked quietly across the pool. She could hear the slapping of her waves against the edges of the pool and the prarie winds whispering through the big mesquites. A mockingbird in the midst of his morning. ” , I said “sure of this place , it is very open “ .Oh, don’t worry, Vinay,’ she said warmly. ‘I’m used to getting my clothes off in unusual places.”I pulled her and said – “You know, it’s not good to stop running without a cool-down Sona,” i said.We were both gulping deep breaths and panting.“Who said we’ve stopped?” said Sonam, as she slid to the side and spun around so i was up against the tree.“Hoh! Feisty bitch, aren’t you?” I said, turning her around and pulling her back towards me so. .now ...for the honor of openingmy pants." What should I do. I was so close to his throbbing nine inchteenage dick. I had to see it. I had to taste it. Nothing else mattered. I fished in my jeanspocket...all the tighter because my dick was very hard tooand handed him a twenty. He put it in his trouser pocket. "Ok...enjoyyourself...open mypants Mr. G." I did...even the act of unbuttoning hispants and lowering his zipper was more erotic than the wildest sex I had evethe wildest sex I had ever. A few minutes later he sits beside me again, saying, “You know she’ll not see paying you back as priority.”Smiling at him, I say, “She’s never paid back a personal loan from anyone. Just ask her family. I expect I’ll never see that money again. But I do expect your help in forcing her to honour this agreement, if she signs it. So I get to spend some Saturdays fucking your wife’s arse off before my cameras, and I’ll fuck her every which way I can. She used me, and now I’ll have the chance to use.