Wo bhi kissing me mera saath de rahi thi maine uske bra kahoonk khola aur uski chuchiya bahar aa gayiwo puri bhatti ki tarah tap rahi thi me uske gore...mammo par too pada use chatne aur chusne laga tabhi usne mera lund mere pent ke uper se hi pakad liya mujhe corrent sa laga maine uski salwar ka nad khola aur usse phenk di usne kale rung ki chaddi pahani thi maine uuse bhi hata di ab bilkul nagi thi mene bhi apane sare kapde utar diya aur aur ek dusre ki banho me kho gaye.Me dhire se uski tango. She was shocked, "what kind of girl do you think I am mister, I am married you middle aged pervert!"I kept smiling and pulling out bills, I said, "Katrina, just $50 to show your tits, another $50 to suck and squirt some of your milk out and $200 for a blow job, a VERY fast blow job before your mom gets home!"She was shocked, said no fucking way, so I said, "OK, one franklin to show your tits and I get a feel" "Really?" she said.She called me a pervert, said she never did this and if she did. Maybe she could.“Yeah. Something like that.”She’d put on a sundress earlier. Somethings never changed. Green and scandalously short had we been out in public. She still had nice legs and an amazing ass and nipples that were perpetually hard.“You still have that painting? The one you did out here? You promised to show it to me.”“It’s in the attic. I’ve had a lot of offers for it, but yeah, I promised, so there it is.”She answered with a shy smile that made me want to kiss her. Instead, I set up. It had to still be early though. Not much after ten. I stood at the door for a moment, my hands on my buttons. Why not? I thought. Even if Stacie wasn’t in her birthday suit, why not just open the door when she knocked and be nude? I started to take them off, even got them unbuttoned and halfway to my knees. Because I’d feel really dumb then, I reasoned. Hell. Maybe she hadn’t even been taking her clothes off when we spoke. I pulled them back up. But then again,.