"Do you believe me?" Of course I do, Ana," I moaned as her hand softly brushed against my balls. "Good," she cooed, her hand returning to my ass. "And... do you trust me?" Yes," I sighed, her lips brushing against my neck. "Then just relax, baby," she whispered. Her hand and groin moved away from my ass briefly, and then she suddenly pushed forward, pulling me back by my chest. Her cock slid halfway into me in an instant, giving me no time to pull away before she was fucking my ass. I screamed in. I plan on leaving him naked so we wont worry about clothes right now. Try and find him a pair of pants so he can go downstairs when I want him to, okay? Yes, sir. Ill take care of everything. May I say, sir, that hes quite a beautiful boy. Alan looked at him with a sly smile. Is that a hint, George? You know me well, sir. I am sorry. Hes hard to resist, isnt he? Yes, sir, but without your permission… What the hell, George. If you take good care of him Im very sure he wouldnt mind repaying you.. There they mingled with the pounding pleasure of her core; she could feel the pleasure building with each stroke of the large cock ramming into her. She knew she was going to be sore tomorrow, and blushed as she realized she was looking forward to the feeling.She heard a voice encouraging Jake to fuck her harder, and realized it was her own. My God, the boy was pounding her like a jackhammer; she could feel their snug fit and knew he wouldn't last long. She wasn't there yet, but was enjoying. Dad had brought fresh clothes and had made me do so, too. I understood why now. We threw our old clothes away along with the gloves and masks. All that accomplished, we began to help the ladies with painting. As it turned out, Janice was a remarkable trim painter. She had a very steady hand and good eye. From experience, I knew that I was good with a roller and not real good at trim. We had a short stop for a quick lunch and finished by the end of the day. Windows were opened to let the breeze.