I darted into my bedroom and tossed on a satin robe, I very quickly tied it at the waist. When I stepped back into my living room, the landscaper was ...owhere to be seen. I don’t know why, but I became extremely turned on, thinking about his dark brown skin and his well-toned muscles. His name was Julian, and that was all I knew about him. He always came every Wednesday at nine in the morning, to mow the yard and trim the bushes. I had never given him a second thought and while he spoke some. He was also the only guy there that wasn’t naked with a massive erect cock.Paul walked over, he was the guy with eight inches. He pushed my head slightly upwards and shoved his cock in my mouth, pushing it so far into my throat that I gagged. He then started fucking my mouth vigorously, I in turn sucked and licked with all my might. I could already taste his pre-cum dripping over my tounge and I wallowed in the salty, slightly bitter taste.All this cocksucking had started to affect my. She squeezed herself, fighting the urge to touch her pussy and bring herself off. She had hours of time; a luxury to be enjoyed slowly. She shaved her legs, but not her bush. She was happy to trim it a little, but just did not feel like a real woman without hair on her sex. It had never stopped anyone from eating her.Clean and relaxed, Laura walked to the bedroom. It felt so good to be able to walk through the house naked. She opened the cupboard, rummaged behind a pile of old sweaters and. ..” She kept reading and then began to giggle, then laugh, and then howl with laughter to the degree that Anna had to take the papers away from her because Maria’s hand was now shaking so much she could no longer read it.“Listen to this,” Anna said. “It’s a note from George in England ... some obscure little town called London, or something like that.” Doug formed a pistol with his hand and said, “Bang!” while Anna just winked and grinned. “Listen to what George says:”Dear Mistresses:I’m.