I arrived back home shortly after lunch and went into my office.Sarah called me on my cell about six. She told me the kids were worn out and asleep. S...he asked if I could meet her at the garage and help get them in. I agreed and made my way to the garage. I walked into the garage just in time to see Sarah slipping her shorts over her bikini bottoms.It was the first time I saw so much of her. I stopped in my tracks and admired her tight body. She saw me, and I rushed to help her. She didn't put. She was dressed in just her bra and panties and she looked amazing. She took my hand and literally dragged me to her bedroom. She leapt onto her bed, gave me that sexy look of hers and told me I was all hers. I stripped off my clothes down to my boxers and laid beside her. As I caressed her bare flesh her skin was so soft, smooth and dark. She originates from Africa and has an accent I have to concentrate on a little but her voice is so sexy. We had a quick catch up on what had happened. I see you watching me from the door and I slowly uncross my legs so that you can see the tops of my stockings and what underwear I'm wearing. A big smile appears on your face. You walk slowly over to me, never taking your eyes off of my legs, as you get closer i open them slightly wider before crossing them, teasing you all the more after giving you a slight glimpse. You sit down next to me and rest your had at the top of my thigh, just above the hem of my dress. You lean over to whisper in my. She didn’t know where her sports glasses were anymore. Amaya made a note to herself to find them soon. There was no telling how often Wesley would send her on a run.The White building seemed like miles away. Amaya’s lungs burned and her brown hair was bouncing around her shoulders. She was glad she was wearing jeans today because she knew she would never run this fast or freely in a skirt. The backpack was light on her back but the contents weighed on her mind. Amaya kept envisioning the zipper.