The main bedroom was a complete contrast to the stark noose room, softly furnished and boudoir like; Martha had him kneel at the foot of the bed as sh...e discarded her stilettos and had him suck on her stocking clad toes as she eased her panties down her legs; she smiled as she saw the excitement in his eyes as they feasted on her glistening cunt for the first time, his balls ready to shoot as she slipped one of her red-nailed fingers into the shaven cleft, making it shine with the juices of her. "Are you sure? Let me feel your forehead," she said, pressing the back of her hand gently below his hairline and simultaneously bending over at the waist, lowering her chest point-blank into Henry's field of vision.Hilda's younger c***d was now faced with a front row view of Hilda's endless acres of boobflesh, which were practically pouring out of her half-open top like two watermelon-sized mounds of warm butter. It was a sight that Henry had seen hundreds of times before, but the current. So one day I get a call from a very pleasantly spoken lady, a strong but not butch voice asking about fitting a new radio in her car. I said “of course I can when do you want me?” There was a slight chuckle from her end so you could tell she wasn’t a prude. So this as going to be a pleasant job, I just didn’t know how pleasant yet.. We arranged a time that I could come to hers a few days later.The day arrived I got the address texted over, there was no Facebook or what’s app then, just good old. ” then he took me totally by surprise when he gave me a quick slap on the ass. “You’re alright, you know that?” I couldn’t stop the knowing smirk from showing up on my face when I raised my eyes back to his. “Did you just slap my ass?” Peter avoided eye contact and gave a halfhearted shrug. “Yeah. Friends do that sometimes.” “Oh, we’re friends now?” I asked. “Well, you know, sort of, I guess.” “Mmm, ok, but I have no intention of smacking your ass, Pete.” He finally made eye contact.