When they had first met, they had enjoyed several evenings together, walked along the Seine and generally did all the things that lovers did in Paris,...except make love. They had been climbing, cycling, riding, seen plays and tried a number of both good and bad restaurants as their mutual schedules allowed but there was no real chemistry between them. Good friends were all they would ever be and both of them were quite comfortable with that arrangement. Michelle was tall, standing almost six. Take the whole thing with my blessing. Tell Stanton it was you who thought it up." It's not fair, Mort. It's not fair at all and I don't get it. We both know this will work andwhen that happens no one will know..." Look, kid, that's real nice but facts are facts," Mort sighed. "To Stanton, I'm just an Old Jew. He would never trust me or even listen. All I want are my commissions and I'll never get 'em if something isn't done to get these damn houses built faster." No, no," Hal protested. "I. So I let her take my pants off, wondering at the same time why I had to take everything off. I was only wearing my boxers at that time. She then put her hand on my waist preparing to take my boxer off. I protested again and she replied the same way as before. She told me dont be shy, you have a great body. She began to feel my body as she said that. My dick responded to her touch, i could feel it getting excited. Then she slowly pulled my boxer, my last remaining piece of clothing off,. They hold Karen up as she removes her panties for them. They place her back in a chair. She then had a black face sucking on each nipple. They parted her legs open. One was fingering her pussy while the other one was rubbing her clit.My wife moaned as she was reaching for her first cum of the day. They were sucking her milk and biting on her nipples. One of the painters got up and removed his clothes. His hard black cock beelined towards my wife’s mouth. She took him in her mouth. The other.