I was just about to give up and go to bed for a wank when I heard someone come in. I looked over my shoulder and saw Bill, he’d lost his jacket and ...ie and had his shirt unbuttoned revealing his hairy chest, he looked nearly as pissed as I did.He laughed and said he thought I’d gone to bed, then comes and stands next to me, fishing out his cock from his trousers and peeing strongly into the urinal. Force of habit makes me glance down to check him out. His cock is a bit longer than mine, with a. Barnes," I called as I walked over. He paused and waited for me, glancing at the threatening sky. His car always looked like it had just been washed. "Uh ... Have you heard from Joanne lately?" Oh yes. She and her mother are back in Paris, but they plan to go to the Bahamas in April for another photo shoot. Oh. I was supposed to tell you to pick up a copy of the May Seventeen magazine. And thank you for keeping my drive plowed this winter. It's amazing how much work this place takes when you. It's normally a Sunday afternoon thing and we keep it as a special event. Why? Because I find it very difficult to avoid things getting more than a little out of hand. We usually end up screwing like it's going out of fashion. And now I was being asked to do it on Sam. I knew it was going to cause a problem and we hadn't even begun. I guess I ought to admit before we go any further that I've lusted after this woman for several years now. That was the other reason I didn't really want to do. Samantha broke the kiss and raised her head to look at Hannah; she could see the lust in her face. She smiled as she slowly moved her hand from Hannah's breast and inched it down her body. The flesh beneath her touch was soft and warm; her fingers slid lower until the tips of her fingers reached Hannah's pubic mound.Hannah felt Samantha's fingers inch towards her most intimate parts and raised her hips slightly.Samantha squeezed her fingers together, pinching Hannah's pubic hairs between them.