“May I join you ladies?” I asked.“Certainly,” Rebecca said. That woman could have made millions doing voice overs on commercials.So, you ask, ...what did you learn from Rebecca? I learned she had not been programmed by Uncle Bert. (See! He did screw up once in a while. Where was that damn formula when I needed it?) I learned there was another woman besides Mary and Andy in this world who made me hard the entire time I was with her. I was glad Uncle Bert programmed me. I finally told my prick “down. It is a nice house. 2 decent sized bedrooms and a bathroom with a bath and shower cubicle, sink and toilet the only problem was the colour of the untiled partition of the wall in the bathroom. It was a deep blue The main bedroom needed redecorating and the rest of the house could do with a smarten up. As I was out of work and had done some work as a painter & decorator I said I would decorate the house for her and she said she would pay me for doing it. We agreed that she would use the back. They didn't even go to the same school. Rachel went to a small private institution.As she watched, her friend moaned as fingers slipped past the sides of her bikini, and she realized she needed to leave, now. Although the house was officially off limits for the party, other than the powder room directly inside the outer doors, no one stopped her as she passed the small bathroom and started to look for the phone. There was one on the kitchen counter, but the battery in the cordless handset was. Her t-shirt came off quickly next, then her bra.She stood there in her panties, her large 42DDD white and freckled breasts now hanging free in the shifting light from the TV. She shrugged out of the panties, and threw them at the guy on the far left of the couch.“Damn, she’s big!” said a guy on the right side of the couch.“Don’t knock it until you’ve fucked it.” she said as she slowly walked over to him, straddling his lounging legs so her brown fur trimmed pussy was less than a foot from his.