Smiling he’d could go all day with her but SHE wouldn’t like that that much. Making his way to the richer side of town, the man went to the local ...ountry club, smiling, he thought ‘this best place to start.’The man knew of at least three here that he had been itching to get in their pants. They had of course never really given it up ‘til they met rich husbands. The man smiled that was going to change today he’d make sure they were sore as hell when he was through with them.The man smiled when. Last night before going to bed I checked my emails and there was one from him asking if I could met at the normal stop at 1:00 AM. Of course I said even though I was tired.Took a shower, got dressed, did my hair, makeup. Was wearing a pink skater skirt, black sheer sweater (red satin bra under it), white stockings with black bows at the top, black open bottom girdle with garter straps, pink ruffled panties, black pumps. Wore my short "bob cut" wig with a pink bow in it. Pink lips gloss and. I saw him. He was as cute as always. He was in a hot tub looking through his telescope. I decided to create a conversation, after realizing he hasn't noticed me, and said: "Looking at stars?" He replied: "Just two guys fucking".Goodman looked at me and told me he wants the honey. I approached him and fell inside. He asked me if I'm all right. I said: "Fine", and I sure was because I went inside with my eyes opened and saw his cock. It was like a hose. I imagined how fun it would be sucking it.. I quietly close the door and take my shoes off. I creep up the stairs, trying in futile carefulness to not let the stairs creak as to not wake you. I make it to the top of the stairs and creep over to our room. I slide the door open, seemingly, the only thing in this house that doesn’t need a good oiling. The room is completely dark, aside from the dim light of an oil lamp left on, on top of the night stand. I make my way to the lamp and lengthen the quick a little to shed more light on my.