Cat like she climbs onto the bar, her eyes fixed on me, threatening me not to stop the attention her breasts are enjoying. Swinging her legs over the ...beer pumps, her skirt now hitched up at the waist, she sits on the bar and parts her legs. I look down to see her hand furiously massaging, covered by the white lace of her panties. Her free hand hauls my head down, hard, into her sheltered crotch, and I oblige by pushing my mouth over her as she releases her hand from her pussy. I let go of her. She turns back and smiles as she now has her legs spread wide open.Johnny comes up to the window and tells her how much the gas was. My wife grabs her credit card and hands it to him but as he grabs it she holds it for a split second before letting go.This is in the 80s when the pumps weren't able to pay at the pump,they brought a tray and a bill you had to sign.Johnny brings the tray and a pen and hands it to Karen.My wife grabs the tray lifts her knee up high to use as a table to sign the. He had beautifully defined shoulders and arms. His chest looked solid and his abs looked solid There was a dark trail of hair that lead down to… I involuntarily squeaked, accidentally biting my tongue. This man walking towards our beach was naked. I quickly stood-up looking around aimlessly, trying to figure out what do. I looked back just to make sure he was there and I met his eyes. He had been watching me and he was smiling at me. I jumped yet again; embarrassed. (Which I found hugely. In the distance, I saw Anita and our old gardener, Pedro. He was a very huge and tall man, skinny, but a bit muscled.This bastard Latin man was doing more than just talking to Ana.My little wife was kicking into the air and screaming, while the dark skinned gardener was fondling her right in the middle of the yard.Ana had only a tiny bikini on, but she was topless. I noticed her shirt had been ragged to pieces and it was onto her shoulders, allowing to see her magnificent round boobs. The man.