An older man clad in overalls and a green work shirt was busily spreading and pegging down plastic sheeting over some of the outdoor displays. This wa...s probably in preparation for the looming storm. Both women took a brief second of respite from their debate to regard him as he attended to his labors fifteen feet away from them. Not so much did he warrant their attention, but instead, the break allowed them to consider their options and bolster supportive arguments."Sure, I'm O.K. with it. Go. She asked if I saw something I liked, and I said in a rather shy and unsure voice, that I did. She sat closer to me and her hand came from her own lap to rest in mine, and her hand crept up my thigh higher and higher until I could not see it under my dress. I felt her at my panties, she stroked the outside, feeling my lips, and making me shiver. She moved aside my panties gently and when she put her finger inside my pussy, I let out a long moan that I could not suppress. She asked me if this. One Saturday Olga came to clean. Saturday was usually not one of her usual work days but this week she had had a conflict so she showed up that morning. Along with her came Greta, her sixteen year old daughter who was not in school that day and could help speed their duties. I knew nothing of this development however. I was in the bathroom proceeding to look at the book as I slowly pumped my boner that morning. I had the door pushed almost shut but left a crack so I could hear my mom coming. “SHITTTTT!” Erica screamed, as her husband’s cocked forced its way in, “You fucken bastards…uhhh…drill my fucken hole.” The men worked their twin plows in and out of Erica’s expanding trench, forcing her to accept their tools. Like laborers at a construction site, David and Connor jack hammered their drill bits through the soft flesh, making Erica wince from the mugging her ditch was going through. David’s senses were a mesh of perversions, and seeing his wife being used to entertain Connor and.