You a good lady. The world needs more ladies like you, you something special,” he said. I was flattered but confused with where he was going with al... this.“Babs and Shy-Shy, they like the D and the bump and grind and to get it it, get it it, you know what I am saying?” I had no idea what he was saying. I stopped him and asked who Babs and Shy-Shy were but I had an idea.“I am Babs Jansen, Street Walker,” Barbara Jean proudly addressed herself by her weather girl name. Cheyenne was obviously. In the evening at times when she would come now I started taking bath and intentionally I would keep the bathroom door slightly open while she would be busy working in the kitchen , and I would come out of the bathroom with just the towel and she used to stare at my body .Then I used to go to her in the kitchen and started working with her my job was concentrated in touching her and since the kitchen was not big one at times my dick would touch her ass and then it used to be unbearable .then. Gasping in surprise, she tightened her hold of the counters edge, while listening to Jarrod’s moans of pleasure as he started to enter her. “That’s it, baby… relax and take a nice deep breath for me.” Pushing in slowly while softly caressing and squeezing her reddened bottom, Jarrod whispered, “That’s it, hang in there with me. You’re so fucking tight… like a vice.” Gently he advanced deeper as her body started to open up for him. Screaming out his name, she panted, “Don’t stop, I’m about to. I had never socialized with a gay couple and I didn't do or say anything out of the ordinary. I did ask if they met in Hawaii since they both were wearing Hawaiian type baggy swim suits, but they said no, they just liked to wear them. We talked and Steve talked about his job and where he worked and what he did there. Then we started to talk about hunting. I asked if they were hungry and they said not really so we just snacked and drank a few drinks. I was talking to Steve about hunting and Dot.