Rising from his seat you watch him yet he says nothing, all the while his eyes feasting on you, his gaze so intense it was though he was fucking you w...th his eyes. He circles, before coming to halt behind you. You feel the warmth of his breath upon your shoulder, your eyes closing for the merest of seconds. The thought of his lips so close to your naked flesh so delicious yet so torturous. Anticipation ripples through you as you feel his mouth edge closer to your ear. Whispered words breaks. "You're watching me." "Yes I am. You've always been beautiful, but now you're also sensual." "Do you like that?" "Oh yes." Closing her eyes again, Jeanne shifted her attention back to my cock. I watched as she rode me. After a moment, she whispered, "Michael, I love to fuck, I really do. Is that okay?" "It's not just okay, it's wonderful." "I love fucking with you." "But you enjoy other men too." Opening her eyes again, Jeanne looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, but I do. The variety is. I pulled atowel over my lap and leaned back against him. “You’reclose,” I said, “just a little higher.”“I’m almost ready for lunch,” I said as the probingfinger was almost there.After two days on the shore and I-don’t-know how manydouble teams and single couplings, many of them prettyfrantic, I got to work on Monday with some sunburn anda sore pussy. There was a note on my computer, and Iwent to see the boss.“Um,” he said,. “I can fit into some pretty tight holes.” I mocked, trying to get her out of her serious stance.“Oh, I seen that!” she laughed, looking back down at the folder, and then peered at me over those glasses again. “What else can you do?”Well, I couldn’t say sex was part of my arsenal of skills. The best I could come up with was, “I can cut grass.”A puzzled look crossed her face and she asked, “No cooking or cleaning?” and shook her head, “Ironing or washing?”“Oh yeah, I guess I can do that too.” I.