Stefan sat on the top tier and already sweating profusely. He had his legs together so I couldn’t get another look at his cock. Eva sat down on the... second tire and patted the space beside her. “Come and sit.” I did and Stefan was now slightly to my right and my eyes were at the level of his knees. His feet rested on where I was sitting. “Wow it is hot in here,” I said, stating the obvious. Eva looked at the thermometer on the wall. “Close to 90C,” she said. We will stay for about twenty. It was her red hair and steaming sexuality along with her pixie like face that attracted him to Megan in particular. Martin had made a few enquiries around the neighbourhood and knew that Meg was now a single woman ,where she worked and had a pretty good idea that she was as bored as hell .He had indeed been watching her for weeks now and waiting for his chance .Martin had always known what kind of woman he wanted as a lover or even a wife if the chance arose. He wanted and always had wanted a. My name’s Melissa, and I have a problem. I’ve known Ms. Jones for years, her daughter Vicki is my best friend. Ms. Jones lives alone, she’s single, and she kept the large house from the divorce. Vicki was about to go to Europe for grad school, and she invited me over for a sleepover, a throwback from our grade school days. When I was 19, Vicki invited me over for after she had a bad break-up. I left to use the restroom down the hall, and I was walking back to the living room, Ms. Jones cornered. Morgan had grown sexier since our school days. He still gave-off the masculine scent I remembered from years before, but being less prissy than I was at school it didn’t bug me any longer. His huge hands were rougher than I remembered, but given his kind of work, I supposed, that was to be expected. He wore a brown two-piece overall, with his name and company’s logo embroidered above the top pocket. His boots were enormous, and I felt sure he could fall asleep standing up. I even got to see his.