"So, Sal, do you want I should give you a nice blow job to pay you back for your helping me out?"Sal laughed and pulled the shapely MILF onto his lap....I would certainly take that over a tip any day, Mrs. Holland."Her lips were sweet and willing and she gave him lots of tongue to play with. The temptress slipped down the carpet in front of the sofa and opened Sal's trousers so she could pull out his rising cock.Marge certainly knew exactly what she was doing.Sal could tell right away this one. He knelt beside her, and took her in from her feet to her hair, gazing longingly and lovingly the whole way. His stare intoxicated her. She grabbed feverishly for her clothes, wanting to rip them off, but he caught her wrists, and placed them gently above her head. He slowly removed her sexy pink heels and softly massaged her feet. He kissed her ankle, and calves, knees, thighs. He moved his head to her chest and playfully licked at the top of her cleavage. He traced his tongue across her chest. " Fred, don't you dare. No one is to ever know I was butt fucked. Youtake me to the emergency room, they'll patch me up. Then I'll spend acouple of days at your place recuperating. Call my wife and say we'reundercover. Then call the office and tell them I'm taking a few days ofpersonal leave."Fred pulled up to the emergency room entrance. He went for help and cameback with an orderly pushing a wheelchair.With two sets of helping hands Steve managed to extricate himself fromthe back seat. . She could be down on her knees right now, with his schlong in her mouth. It could be happening right at this very second. I don't know for sure, but they were making out, and she looked like she was dying to get out of her clothes. I saw her rack a few times too, it looked like they could be C-cups, but I still don't know. Shit, they are like tempting me just to peek in there. How can I, though? Even if they are having sex in there, they might fire me. I could be shit out of luck, and I've had.