Dani smiled.“Be careful what you wish for,” Dani replied, flipping her long brown hair back over her shoulder with her hand as she slipped into th... backdoor of the antique studio. “I’ve been known to strip for less.”The door closed, and I retreated to my office. A few minutes later and I heard tapping on the wall that separated my office from the antique store. I stepped into the hallway and saw the back door to the store propped open with a chair. I moved the chair and stuck my head inside the. What are they doing now? Do they look at us? What do they think? A glance at the thick, tall bushes along the lane tells me nothing -- her friends are not in view. Have they gone? "No, they are probably looking at us from behind the bushes," I think, "That's why she leads me to behind the barn where we can be more private!" We enter the passage, and she stops. I look around. A kind of roof, maybe a barn bridge covers us. The ground is rocky. The air is raw. She puts her handbag down and lifts. "Oh, that's a lot of cum," Sandra said as she stopped stroking to squeeze him, milking out a final ooze of cream over his tip."Holy — fuck," Daniel breathed between gasps for breath.Sandra moaned again, and brought her cum-covered hand to her lips. She licked it clean while Daniel leaned against the wall, his twitching cock still dribbling onto the floor and his jeans. She couldn't resist the sight."F-fuck," Daniel exclaimed as she bent over, placing her hands on the wall on either side of him,. It was part of their ritual, but he loved it. She was his other half. By the end of his day at work, he couldn’t wait to see her. “Changed my mind—you’re what smells so good.” He nibbled her earlobe before covering her neck with soft kisses. Hearing her sweet moans, he slipped his hands under her shirt. Brushing his thumbs over her nipples wasn’t enough. Pulling the fleecy material up, he buried his face between her naked breasts. “Sam, baby, oh yes,” she whispered, pressing his head closer.