"What are you going to do Steph? There weren't any jobs you fancied in the evening paper and you can't allow yourself to be a slave to that bastard Da...id Benson can you? Especially with all those other tarts knowing. They'll deliberately go out of their way to make your life hell. Still you need the money girl and he pays quite good wages for the work we do. It's not a bad job, or rather, it wasn't a bad job until you opened your big mouth. There's a variety of work to keep us interested. Why. It will have to be very quick. Grab the lube out of the drawer, I'm pretty dry."She turned slightly, opening her legs to my probing finger. Instead of reaching for the lube I dove under the covers, my mouth quickly finding her pussy while my right hand grabbed a full boob. How different the two women are, I thought as I flicked at her clit with the tip of my tongue. Darlene was, of course, more than 15 years younger than my wife. She was slender, even kind of bony and angular with small boobs. He would move the mower over, line the wheels against the edge of the grass, and repeat the same thing. He worked his way across the lawn, bending over and checking the grass to make sure that he didn’t miss anything before he continued. It was quite a process,and he did it every week. And not only that, he edged the walkway too!’ ‘I can’t believe it,’ Marlene said in a shocked voice. ‘Is there anything that he can’t do?’ ‘Yes Honey, he can’t see,’ Richard said sadly. ‘No, he really can’t, can. Well, you could hear a pin drop it was so quiet, the guys didn’t want to do anything that might upset me, so they just sat there and stared at my breast going up and down and my hairy pussy. I decided that I had most of the day to play, and that I would not rush things, so I just dozed off with my guys around me. I was only dozing for a couple of minuets when I felt movement around me, and opened my eyes to see the guy closet to my head – Jim rubbing his cock pretty fast – looked like he.