"How do you do, Mrs. Russell? I was just familiarizing myself with your the status of your, ah, claim." I would kill to familiarize myself with her bo...dy."Let's cut the small talk. It's been over four months since my husband drove off that cliff. I need to close this and get along with my life. I know, first hand, and my private investigator found out that the medical examiner said, he was alive when he went off the cliff, so I am entitled to the full amount of the double indemnity. I was so hard, it hurt – and I had on boxers. “Damn! Little muscle tease!” I exclaimed, as I rubbed myself in my pants. I viewed another 30 or so over the next 5 minutes and figured I should just go home, before I had an “accident”. Just then, I got a text message from a number I didn't recognize. “Cell phones”, I said thinking it was probably a wrong number, since it happens all the time and deleted it. Before I pulled off, my phone rang. It was the same number. “What the hell?” I. I saw my Mum and Dad and sisters all watching TV so decided it was a good time to do it. I sneaked outside and made my way to the shed. I opened the door and could smell smoke and beer and Jamie was sat on the work bench smoking while knocking back some lager. Cris was sat next to him doing the same expect his dick was out of his trackies just sat there hard waiting for my twat or mouth or hand to take care of it. Cris put his beer down and got hold of my arm after I shut the door. He pushed me. For the next couple of minutes the women just stared quietly watching him like they were in a trance. “How much sauce would you like,” Pete asked, “a little or a lot?” The woman simply answered, “a lot.” Shortly thereafter Pete began unloading shot after shot of his salty man goo onto the woman’s food. He then took his handkerchief, wiped the tip of his cock clean, and deposited it in his pants. The blonde smiled, took a bite, and said, “thank you this is absolutely delicious.” Pete said to me,.