“Oh hi, yes I saw you out washing your car when I first moved in, I am Christy”“Hi Christy, I am Mike. “I hate to ask but may I borrow a cup o...f sugar?”“Sure, I am sorry I’m still in my robe” Christy said as she tightened the sash a bit. She was a mature woman, late forties, full figure with an ample bosom. She started to walk into the kitchen when she felt his hand on her arm, she turned and looked up at him as he spoke.“If I had known you were such a good looking woman I would have come for. Esmer, balık etli türbanlı , hiç dikkat çekici biri değil aslına bakarsanız.Salonumuzun penceresi onların evinin ön cephesiyle aynı hizada ve sokak arası olduğu içinde aradaki mesafe hiç uzak değil.Yazın çocuklarını memleketine gönderir, kocasıyla birlikte kalır, o zamanlar anneme misafirliklere gelen bir grup bayanın içinde ve bildiğim kadarıyla bir yemek firmasında bulaşıkçılık yapıyor.Hakkında o an için bildiklerim bunlardı, kocası eve çok geç geliyor ve adamın alkol sorunu var, muhtemelen. She had only been finger-fucking for a little over six months, in fact, having discovered the pleasure almost accidentally. And she hadn't even been sure what was happening to her the first time her pussy creamed on her frigging hands. She'd been kind of scared, in fact--but not so scared that she didn't give herself another hand-job a few minutes later.Since that wonderful discovery, Rachel had been finger- fucking herself with regularity, at least once a day. She liked to do it first thing in. "That sure was some big load YOU gave up! Did you 'save up' for a while before tonight?" Actually, yes," I replied. "I remembered what you'd said about that, and so I did that." The MORE sperm on these occasions," he said, with that playfully impish smirk I knew so well, "the better!" Robert seemed to like it," I said."He did!" Jackson replied, and then, after a pause he said, in a lowered tone of voice that indicated a need for a certain amount of discretion: "He's a pastor, you know. Married.