“Good book?” Mason asked, one of his hands slipping between her legs. “You seem to be rather wet,” he commented as his fingers slipped inside ...he lacy fabric.“Fascinating,” Savannah tried to control her hips but failed and pressed back into his hand.“What's it about?” he asked, the very tip of one finger slipping between the wet folds of her labia.“Qu- quantum phy- sics.” She tried her very best to sound disinterested as more of his finger slipped in between her wet folds, the tip now coming in. . I said do you need to go? No I’d never do that to you. I kind laughed and said it’s cool. Hey think he would let me watch y’all have sex? Omg was her exact words you are freaky.’five minutes later we was driving to his house. Do you have a picture of his cock I asked. No but I have a video of me sucking him off. Oh I wanna see she turned on the video and leaned over unzipping my pants she said let me get warmed up.. what I seen was incredible she had both hands around his cock and it was. The hot noonday sun was beating down heavily on me and making me sweat. I could feel the little rolls of sweat running down my chest and onto my breasts.CRACK!I suddenly looked around, my breathing stopped; I scanned the tree line around me. I found myself in the middle of a small clearing with a fallen tree in the middle, like a log. I get so caught up in my thoughts I take no notice of my surroundings. It was quiet now. The crack of the twig must have been just an animal or something. I kept. If not, at least you've had a month where you didn't have to worry about a roof over your head."So we shook hands and sealed the deal, and they moved in the following day. We were all surprised at how well we worked together, taking turns with the cooking. Since Bret was a professional contractor, we gave him some of the fix-up projects that had needed attention since we bought the place some months ago. He was an excellent craftsman.I do have to admit there was some sexual tension, though. I.