Long blonde hair, with deep blue eyes, and a soft, blemish free complexion. Almost the face of a 12 year old.The studio was in downtown Chicago, part...of the artistic district in Lincoln Park. We hopped into the car and made the drive down from Evanston. My ex-wife was getting ready for her school year as a psychologist, so she wouldn’t be hounding Sarah for her daytime activities.As we pulled up, Sarah was beaming, but obviously nervous. I tried to get her to relax, and after a few breaths,. “My dear, I have a surprise for you. I do not want you to finish so quickly”. She told Josh and turned around to face Johnson. Then she came off the sofa and made Josh to lay on his back on the living room carpet. With Josh’s hard cock pointing towards the ceiling, she squatted him, facing Johnson and came down slowly on Josh’s cock to prong her in her asshole. Josh could almost tell, it was to happen. It was still warm, it was damp, it was smooth and still he could not tell but it was. "I'm not selling your house," the male voice said."My god is that who I think it is?" I asked."It's the Good Father," Alice said. Came in on his cell phone. That's how we have both sides of the conversation."Let's hear the rest of it," I suggested with a wide smile."That's not what the bitch real estate appraiser said," Izo replied."What did she look like?" the not so Good Father asked."Average looking except for her tits. Definitely a set of cheap implants," she suggested. I shrugged."Well at. .. No, I have a better idea. I’ll tell her about the broken combine and that you’re helping us repair it. Shit, that almost makes sense and should be a good alibi. You’re the Motor Sergeant and a damn good mechanic, so it’s logical you’d help. You can even spend the night and we’ll just tell her we worked so late we insisted you stay over if she asks. Maybe we can get Slim over to do some initial planning here, too.”After the phone call to Shirley, the three friends called Slim. He agreed to.