Which woman doesn’t like to be wooed, to be complimented? She had people whose job was to find out what the general public thought of her, and regar...dless of her actions, her being bisexual led to many people concluding that she’d be easy. It hurt her that people thought of her that way, but she had learned to ignore it. And here was this guy, sober, a little handsome as well, she admitted, who seemed like a gentleman. Her instincts egged her on. ‘As you might know, I’m Amber. Please’ She. Show” you whisper to me between moans.I nod yes.“Do you just want to watch.......or do you want your cock sucked?” All this while her man is locked between her legs.I move inside the shelter and not believing my luck I walk right up beside her while I take off my sweat stained t-shirt. I sit on the bench beside her and take off my work boots and socks.I could never understand guys that have sex while wearing socks.While I was taking off my boots she was running her free hand over my shoulders. The rain poured on us as he shot thread after thread of cum inside me. When he was through, he gave me a playful slap on the ass and pulled out of me. The thunder and lightning was almost on top of us, as I pulled him close and kissed him deeply. I took his sticky cock in my hand and stroked him a couple of times. We walked across the deck to the porch and were almost at the backdoor, when Jim realized our robes were out in the rain. He turned around to start down the steps, when his cock was. My gift of me. On Sundays I iron six shirts for you and hang them up. You work five days, but like to have a spare. You look up at me from the couch and the smile, the one that nobody else gets to see, throws itself at you and you throw one right back at me. It melts my heart each and every time I see it and my legs, they shake a little bit. Monday morning arrives. You start work before me today and I approve of the fact that you insist on decent coffee as the smell of it wafts beneath my nose.