." my double entendre was TOTALLY wasted... he kept looking in his booth. so i leaned in and looked in too. there it was: a "keg" cup shoved into the ...lory hole; the sure sign of sex encounter disinterest."oh," i backed away, slowly, "just gonna catch some private time?" yeah," he arched his head up to get some non-blowing air on his glistening, rather strong, throat, "but i've just got a couple of dollars," he almost imperceptibly gestured his right cheek muscle to the street, "trying to. Ten agonising minutes later he taps on the door, a quite “Coming” seeps though the door, the sound of her voice steals his uncertainty and nerves, contentment spreads though him and he presents the flowers to her as she opens the door, yet time stands still as his eye meet hers the flowers are totally unnoticed as her arms fly round his neck, he barely pulls the flowers from between there bodies before her desperate body crashes against him and she pulls his lips down to hers the flowers fall. Plunging in and out of your hot little cunt faster and harder. Feeling and hearing the palm of my hand as it slaps against your hard clit. Your hips thrust in time with my finger fucking. Impaling your wet cunt on my fingers as you rush towards another climax. Suddenly my fingers pull free of your wet clasping pussy and slide upwards to your hard clit. Gasping loudly as you feel my fingers slipping around your hard little bud. Gasping even louder as one slippery finger begins to rapidly stroke. 15 minutes later I arrived at Kev’s house in a thoroughly bad temper. His trim front garden and half built conservatory caught my eye and I had to admit that my brother-in-law was doing alright for himself, even if he was a first class Pratt. Who would think that a poxy little window cleaning round could grow in to such a lucrative business? Of course, Kev’s window washing days were long gone now. he preferred to send others to his clients, bucket in hand, and then skim off a nice chunk of.