On entering, what a sight met my eyes! All four women, Roya, Sheel, Treeya and Martreen sat cross-legged around the fire pit, all with large grins on ...heir faces. All four were dressed only in their jumpsuits because their leather shirts had been removed and were now laying across their laps, with freshly cut spear straps lying on top of Treeya's and Martreen's."We didn't want to start without you Dac." Roya told me with a smile, "We were afraid we wouldn't get the measurements correct without. "Wow!" was all I could say as I went back to Dave.I thought about it for a moment, deciding that wealth was definitely what I wanted. I didn't want to have to ever work again. I was about to wish that I could be rich enough that I wouldn't have to, then I started to think about what kind of trouble that would cause. Namely the IRS. How could I possibly explain where I got the money from. I sure as hell didn't want to have to go to prison for embezzling when I hadn't. Then it came to me. "I. She groaned.“Take them off!”Since there were only three articles of clothing left, and all of them on her, he knelt and went for her stockings, only for her to pull his hands to her knickers.He slid his open hands down each side of her waist and under the waistband, sliding the garment down as he caressed her buttocks, thighs and calves. She moaned.He pushed her down onto the sofa, spreading her legs, and applying his tongue to her vulva.“Put it in me!” she begged, but he ignored her. Her hands. Sara jumped up and went to the window to investigate. "It can't be Lynn this early." Insisted Sam in a hoarse whisper. "It isn't. Whose car is that?" Sam crossed to stand close behind her and followed her finger with his eyes. "It's just Jim from next door in his new car. He's not very good at parking it yet. It looks like he needs both driveways." He laughed. Sara felt the warmth of Sam's body close behind her. It was time. She reached back with her hands until they rested slightly clumsily on.