Of course that starts a whole series of excuses like there isn’t enough time, the kids might come home from school, or their husband might show up a...t any time. I explain that I have been watching her house for a while and know the schedule pretty well and that if she keeps stalling that she will get caught. Reluctantly they will always cooperate.Of course I start to take pictures of them as they undress in their own living room with the curtains open and they try to count them as part of the. The girl’s bikini’s top had fallen away to leave her ripe tits bouncing completely bare and I could just see the bikini bottoms which had dropped to her knee. She was bent backward, eyes closed, straining up on tiptoe, one leg lifted, every muscle taut. My left hand massaged her heavy, firm breast with her swollen, pink nipple pinched firmly between my fingers. My right hand was spread across her quivering belly with two fingers opening her pussy to stroke her clitoris as the rumbling, lurching. He touched the diamond-looking stickpin at his breastbone and sipped his watered brandy, patiently waiting for his drinking companion to find the end of a muddled story about some inebriated duck hunters on the Eastern Shore."So," his young friend said loudly, bending over with unrelieved glee on his pock-marked face, "the damned cannon exploded, scared off all the fowl and they got nothing but wet feet and a few powder burns."Mac Holmes joined in his companion's laughter and endured having his. I finished off my 3rd glass of pink zin and he finished his drink I bought for him. I was nicely buzzed, the kind of buzz where I would be a good lay since I would be up for anything. He said he wanted to walk me home since it was getting late. I awkwardly mumbled something about pink zin being my favorite beverage after a long day, he responded by saying “a mouth full of pink pussy was a way he liked to end any day of the week.” I immediately rubbed my tits up against him and said” I was ready.