His body was nicely tanned and contrasted nicely with his white clothes. His body was absolutely hairless, like mine. The only hair I had on my body...was a landing strip above the penis. He squeezed my thigh and got onto the bike next to me. He told me about his life in London and how much money he was making. He was earning several thousand pounds a week and was very much in demand but decided he wanted to move to the South of France. His mother was French and he was more or less. Twisting and writhing together in our chairs quickly became awkward so I picked her up by her ass, her arms around my neck, and took her to her bed. I laid her down under me and began to kiss up and down her neck, taking a little longer to suck on her ear lobes which I noticed made her gasp every time. Resting on one arm, my free hand undid some of her shirt buttons and pulled her bra down so could finally have access to her glorious globes. I savoured the sight for a mere second before. I just could not believe it. The big day duly arrived and I turned up at the garage about two minutes late. Peter was outside waiting for me, he introduced me to the six mechanics, and also the garage cat called Percy. The place had a good feeling about it.I was right about the office being in a bit of a shambles. It took me three days to file everything in my own filing system because Peter never had one. There were a couple of small things. He would touch my arm, or rest his hand lightly on. It took only seconds with three fingers pumping her cunt and his thumb on her trigger for Sarah to start to cum continuously in a series of leg stretching trembles; this time she moaned a little as the climaxes grew, each bigger than the last. It was fully five minutes before she finally stopped cumming on his fingers, which were drenched in her juices by then.Wednesday, she came into his office, slipped off her blouse revealing a brassi're-free pair of swinging breasts, knelt, and unzipped his.