. The door was ajar, so I easily slipped on in. The house felt pretty cool for a hot August day. Her name was Marsha, and I was just about to ask her ...here she was when I caught sight of her in the back bedroom, fingering her cunt.and moaning to a Z-Z-Top tape. As of yet, she had not seen me, so I assessed the situation, and figured it would be better to go back outside and knock before coming in.Her eyes were closed and I knew there wasn't much of a way for her to hear me between her. She is so fucking annoying at times.”“I know, sweetie. You hungry? I got you a steak.”“Great!”As the evening progressed Asha and Artur wound down.Artur was relaxing as he streamed video on Netflix.Asha returned downstairs. “Daddy!”“Oh my fucking god,” Artur’s eyes bugged. “You look hot!”“You like,” she jiggled her big titties.“Hell yes!”Artur paused the program and stood up. “Let’s go upstairs, sexy!”Asha knew that the red heart-shaped pasties and lavender Andrew Christian jockstrap would send. "My cock stirred in my jeans as my mind speculated on how this subservient little sprite might have experienced Courtney's cabinet. (See 'Handyman: Courtney's Counters')"Very well," I said, "but just so you know, there are certain tricks the pros know that only come with experience. I don't have that experience." I - we - do not want 'tricks', sir," she said. "We want quality work. You will do it, yes?" I will send you an estimate, and if you still want me to do it, I'll work it into my. I grabbed it and relocated it the best spot, then pointed the lens at my girlfriend.When I looked into the eyepiece, I was just in time to see Guy #2 remove the towel from Jackie’s hips and toss it onto a chair. She was naked from the waist down as she leaned over the rail. Her breasts in the yellow bikini top rested on her crossed arms. Through the telescope, I could see how hard her nipples were, poking out through the fabric. I could practically count the bumps on her areolas, like inverted.