The sun was high overhead, and I knew that it was time for us to be heading back for lunch."We gotta get back," I said."Aw, do we have to Simon?" she ...moaned."It's lunch time," I said."We can bring lunch with us tomorrow," she said."Yes, and stay out all day, and get really burned," I answered.She spread her legs and rubbed her pussy lips with her fingers, spreading the cum leaking out of her all over her cunt. "This is the only thing that's going to burn you," she said.I could feel my cock. When I returned she had crossed her legs and was showing a lot of thigh above her stocking top which Greg had obviously noticed too. For a woman her age and size (for God’s sake she was older than my mother) she was starting to look very, very sexy. Mrs. R was now poking Greg in the chest with a long red finger nail to make a point. “Don’t think that you were her first,” she slurred, “but from the bloody noises that she made you must have been the bloody biggest!” Her eyes were. She leaned against the linen closet and admired the way his worn denim shirt stretched across a muscular chest. When he turned around, she could see how his bottom filled out the seat of his dungarees. She especially appreciated the wiry muscles of his back when his shirt rode up. The thought of the rest of his body made her clench her thighs and resist the urge to slip a hand into her tingling snatch.The plumber unpacked his tools and crawled under the vanity to look at the piping. As he lay. He grinned and licked his lips.We went back to the kitchen. Kitty was just finishing up the dishes. Phan and I were on either side of her and started cuddling up to her. Our arms embracing this little angel. Touching her face and neck and breasts. Both Phan and I were getting hard. Kitty was responding and ran a small dainty hand over my pants and over my growing cock. I slipped a hand over her thong covered pubes. She was wet. Very wet.She glanced at the camera on the table and giggled.She.