She was early thirties, blond hair and blue eyes hottie with a C cup breast and a nice tight round ass. You could tell she had worked out for years bu... wasn't the type to show it off. She was wearing a normal business type suit but you could tell her body was smoking underneath. I walked over to her and gave her the bad news. "It's fine" she said "we need the network up by tomorrow morning so I am willing to stay as late as it takes." She caught me checking her out as she spoke and turned. The sheer inner set of curtains had been pulled closed,allowing most of the sunlight to pass through and give the room ayellowish glow. Faint gray fibrous shadows of the curtain’s fabric fell onthe moving bodies of the incestuous pair like undulating topographiclines. ‘Jesus, I love this!’ Nikki confessed mentally as she gripped thesturdylacquered slats of her parent’s headboard, looking back over her rightshoulder, watching her horny father hump into her slippery. When he was informed of that he was offered to taste her as she was or after a bath. He chose not to wait and she regaled him with her stories of the week. The tail-telling was interrupted by her mouth full of a spousal shaft spewing semen.In subsequent weeks, the new copulators worked their way through the French book. They discovered other positions of congress. Anna was delighted to tell her youthful stud how certain ones could be used with her husband. He would be most appreciative. That. "Whydidn't you just use the dog shears on her, Martine? It would have looked better!" Jack walked over to the girl he had used so many times and ran his handsthrough the remains of her hair. "Well, at least you left enough to holdon to when I fuck her mouth." Martine and Jack both laughed. "I got tired of that hair always on mythighs when she was eating me. Plus, it hangs loose and just annoys the fuckout of me." Jack laughed harder. "You were just jealous. You can't fool me." Martine had to.