Moans were all I could manage as I felt her slick tongue flick my puckered ass hole. At this point I started to get an idea of what she had in mind, ...nd as I felt her hand reach back under and stroke my cock with every flick of her tongue, I knew that she was going to probe my ass hole with her finger again as she had done those weeks ago. Sure enough I felt a finger gently start to push its way in to my ass hole which was dripping with her saliva."I think its best if we loosen you up a. Here let me help." Clare shuffled forward on the washer until her now clean pussy hung over the front of the washer, giving her mum unrestricted access to the whole of her sex. "Fuck me Mummy, fuck me."Helen was now very turned on herself. As she continued to lick all over her daughter's pussy, including the sensitive skin between her vagina and anus she slipped 2 of her fingers back into her own hairy muff. Clare was cooing and writhing at her touch, but Helen felt she ought to try something. She shut the car off and turned to me. We just looked at each other for a while. She was 5'7''. The track captain. Sun tanned skin, brown eyes looking through designer prescription glasses. She was wearing a sports bra and track shorts. I can see the lines in her stomach, not a six pack but those sexy curves women get sometimes. She was sizing me up to. I am 6'2''. Mixed white and Mediterranean. Green eyes. Thin but athletic build. Not much to look at but I suppose I cold be worse off. She is a. Like a man on a mission I drove my sign past her place twice every day but I did not circle or park in her neighborhood. A week later I got a call from Sarah, my lady of the beacons. “Hello.” I answered.“Hi, I’m calling about the sign in your car window.”“Yes, are you looking for work?” I asked cautiously.“Well, I might be, but mostly I’m looking for you.” she sighed softly. “My name’s Sarah and I just moved here from New York a couple of week’s ago.” she said.“I’ve noticed you driving by my.