The woman was a realtor. I recognized her because her realty firm is located on my floor. Later I learned that her name was Carla. Based on her age... she must have been either the owner of the company or its senior agent. The guy she was fucking was very young, and based on the blue T-shirt he was wearing, he must have been an employee of a messenger service, which my office also used from time-to-time. Carla must have been close to 60 and “Kimo” in his late teens. As I drove home, I. I formed a bridge by lifting my hips and spreading my legs, he responds by moving his fingers slowly and steadily within my pussy, rolling it within my pussy wall. He started taunting me ooohh aunty and I thought you to be a better fighter, but you’re no match for me and you may be queen for the old men, but you should not have accepted my challenge, etc at that point I had no answer, he was simply toying with me and except very few the whole crowds was supporting him. Sometimes, I also was. President Kennedy was in... the... navy."Everyone in the studio clapped and cheered and I hollered, "That's right, Freddie. And you are a Butt Billionaire!" I glanced over at Sarah and she was clapping and cheering too. I think she was genuinely happy for him. I said, "Come on, Sarah. Get ready to give Freddie his reward."Sarah pushed her pants and g-string down and put them on the sofa, then pulled off her top as well. Then as naked as a jay bird, she pranced around the booth and stopped in. They were very curious about the Civil War history, and I promised them we would look at the album.Back at the house, the leader brought out some large graph paper and sketched a diagram using the dimensions they had taken. Bernie was there with a couple of big manuals that he said contained all the federal requirements for everything that we wanted to do.Two of the men asked if they could use one of the carts to follow the electrical, telephone, and cable wires down to the where they met the.