Now move!'Sandra looked shocked but obeyed. As Jason unlocked and opened his door, he stepped aside to allow Sandra to enter. She stepped in and immed...iately began removing her blouse.As she stripped, Jason looked Sandra over. She stood a little over five feet, six inches tall. She had enough just body fat to give her some very nice curves. Her red hair seemed to be flying around her head. Her green eyes glared at him. Her blouse sailed through the air as she tossed it aside. She was a slender. Mrs O then shifted in her seat and opened her legs, pulling the hem of the skirt up until everything was on show, all the time pouting at the old guy who looked to be squirming in his seat. She then let her hand fall between her legs and gently ran her finger over her slit before putting her hand down the front of her panties, never once taking her eyes of the guy. I noticed that he had his hand in the pocket of his shorts and was clearly playing with himself. How his wife didn't notice. ” The redhead ogled, unable to disguise delight at her blackmailer’s improvisation. The object of admiration looked up in astonishment at her thickly coated boobs.“Want to share?” he inquired of his helper.The redhead breathed hot agreement. “Fuck yes.”Then they were either side of the blonde, lapping cream from the contours of her coated breasts and suckling on her hard nipples till she squealed. Their tongues skated and their mouths sucked, till cream dripped from their lips down both their. All the while I was still sucking and nibbling the left nipple Hel was moaning which I took as positive.My right hand had mean while slipped into her slacks and into the front of her knickers. They felt like they were cotton. I thought probably white in colour. My focus was to get down to her pussy. Her body felt like she shad a lot of fat under her skin. What would her pussy feel like?Was it going to be covered with black hair that matched her head hair? I was surprised to discover that there.