We dated for a year and a half. We traded keys, we each had a room at our homes for the other. My room at his house was more convenient as it was an a...ctual house not like my apartment. I enjoyed toying with him, to see how far I could push him and have keep his control. I would sunbathe at his pool, and over the last three months I got bolder and bolder with the bikinis I would wear at his place. About a month ago, he came so close. I had just finished kissing him, and was starting to walk away. She sculpted and shaped his nails into longish, elegant ovals and finally polished to a color that matched the rich red of his lips.He blushed several shades when he had to remove his Barely ThereHanes Silk Reflection pantyhose so she could paint his toenails the same shade. She sat on the bed and gave him a complete pedicure and finished by painting each of his toenails fire engine red. Two coats on each nail. They looked much more fetching and colorful when painted.When his toes were dry,. ’ Wesley growled again and pushed back from the table. He’d suddenly lost his appetite. Carol had crossed a line, and the old woman knew she had. He reached down and retrieved his hat before standing from the table. ‘We’ve got work ta do tomorra’, Carol.’ ‘You’re short a hand with Tate breaking his leg a couple of days ago … you’re hurting for two extra hands, and Lacey’s got ’em.’ Wesley couldn’t deny it. Caroline’s face lit up with a knowing smile. The old woman was pushing too hard. She’d. .this makes her all the hotter and her pussy responds, sucking his fingers into her now, the smell of her flooding the bathroom, her moans echoing.Suddenly he turns her around, slams her against the wall and thrusts his aching cock all the way inside her. His rhythm is brutal, all the anger and irritation from the last day and a half going into each of his thrusts. And with each thrust her moans turn to screams and pleads of "Fuck me daddy, Fuck me hard!"Needless to say he complies.His hands.