Her boots were black PVC and came up nearly to the top of her thighs. Her formerly-straight hair was now stylish and down to the middle of her back wi...th a soft wave. Her lips were painted ruby-red and her face perfectly made up. Only her soft, dark eyes remained the same, although there was now a twinkle of merriment that hadn't been there before."Sasha darling, I hardly recognized you. California certainly has changed you," Ingrid smiled, hugging her daughter tight. Chad got a hug from Sasha. I moved into position so I could finger her pussy as she played with my cock she was very wet as I easily inserted three fingers which made her tighten her thighs around my hands, I began working my fingers in and out of her pussy, she moaned loudly as she pumped her pussy against my hand I soon felt the familiar sound and wetness of her cumming when she calmed downshe again started sucking my cock, I had already cum but it was only a few drops as I had cum so many times in the last few days,I. My clothes were drenched, and so was my body. The drenched fabrics soothed me, taking all the heat away. . I was dancing around the punctured hose like a crazy lady.That is when I turned around towards the workers. The workers already stopped their tasks ahead and were watching me like the audience watching puppetry. My chemise was visible as my frock turned transparent after getting drenched. My curves were left open for them to watch.I thanked my father for hiring older workers at that. 'His balls must be aching,' I thought to myself. There was a lull, and we both went silent for a minute. I worked up the courage and quietly said:“I could help you out.”“What?… What do you mean?”“You know. We could pull over and I could… help.”“That’s pretty gay.”“No it’s not. If you get off, what does it matter whose doing it. You wouldn’t have to do anything and I’d be the one sucking. That definitely wouldn’t make you gay.”My heart was thumping at the thought of ‘helping him out,’ but I.