'I'm outside your house.' I responded, too quickly to be swayed by second thoughts.I looked up at his house and saw the curtains moving, and the dark ...ilhouette of a rather large man, probably 6 feet tall, maybe with a beer belly, but not what you'd call fat.'where? I cant see u''I'm here.''why are u here? my wife is in the kitchen'Again, I paused, this was reaching the point of no return.'I want your cock.''come over tomorrow she works days''Now.' I replied.'wife is home come tomorrow''Now.... .ha.." Shhh" she said, placing her slender finger over his lips. She reacheddown and rubbed the growing bulge in his pants. Removing her fingerfrom his lips, she placed it in her mouth and started to slowly suckit, in and out, moaning as she did. Then she slowly guided him back tothe overstuffed sofa, and pushed him onto it. She quickly removed hisbelt and unzipped his pants, carefully avoiding touching his penis,something she knew would be absolute torture. She wasn't sure why. Paint boy! I want you to take a shower. Get cleaned up. Put on your shorts, when your done and the tool belt. Leave everything else by the front door. Then you can start putting together the baby furniture and help decorate." said Tori.I started to take off my work boots and white sox's. The girls started to walk out the bathroom. I saw the door close, but not all the way. I could tell two sets of eyes were on me. I slowly took off my tool belt. I dropped it on the floor. I then slowly removed. As the weather had improved, she would quiet often wander out into the garden with a glass of wine in hand and lounge about in a lovely but somewhat reveling bikini. She was well aware that I often watched her from my window and I think she took great satisfaction of flirting with me – if I didn’t know better, I suspect that she was a bit of a secret exhibitionist. Occasionally Michelle would call out to me, often on the pretence of getting to give her a helping hand in the garden. She knew.