But let me know if I can return the favour sometime, I owe you one, buddy.”I almost wanted to laugh, and thought I caught a tiny grin on Izzy’s fa...e. Don’t worry, ‘buddy’, I thought, your wife will be paying me back a hundred-fold later this afternoon, with her mouth, pussy, tits and ass.“Ah, no problem, it’s nothing,” I replied.“I’ll walk you out, honey,” Izzy said to her husband, then turned to me, “Jack, I have to go clean a couple of the rooms. Will you be okay by yourself for a while? Just. Though we still exchanged late night talks but could not meet that much due to our engagements. Soon we both started craving each other and decided to meet again but this time for something more. She invited me to her place for lunch. She was staying at a rental, and had a room to herself. I reached her place with a wine bottle and some chocolates. Little did I know she had something else in her mind. She was wearing a low-cut pink top and a mini skirt that would put all mini’s to shame. She. We each put an arm around her back, take a one of her legs, and lift her up so that her tits and bikini-covered pussy are above the water. Russ and I each take a nipple and start to suck on it. I move my hand holding her leg up and pull her bikini aside so I can finger her pussy. Russ has moved his hand down the back of her bikini. He has starts to fingering her asshole. Several times, we were both fingering her pussy at the same time. She is moaning and telling me to rub her clit harder. We. " It's beautiful." She sighed, following with her eyes his sweeping arm."Do you remember when we joked about your red hair?" he asked, gentlyraising a lock of her hair upward."Yes." She laughed. "You had said that you thinkyour...great...great...great...great grandmother had red hair."He nodded, proud of her remembering what he had said so long ago whenthey were still getting to know each other. "She was Irish..." But raised by the Indians...right?" she added.He smiled again, "I just wanted for.