“Paul is there anything special you want done to the building,” Frank asked as we had a celebratory cup of coffee at our table.“Make it as close... a match to the one in Mesilla as possible, Frank,” I replied. Since you’re on Main Street you won’t need to chop a corner off the building, but I do want the large glass window, the same type of door, and a similar interior layout, although your rooms will be bigger than Esteban and Ed’s. It’s a much larger place than theirs. I also want a water pump. It involved taking a very long run indeed around the end of the Federal bureaucracy that ruled so much of political Washington, but she had a proposal to cut through the b.s. with almost surgical precision. The more we talked about it the more I liked it as she spelled it out to me.It was working on one o'clock—4:00 p.m. on a Friday in D.C., she tartly pointed out—so I needed to get cracking if I was going to follow her advice. I still delayed long enough to go down and snatch up one of the. .I can feel her getting close to cumming but I want to really watch her and step back "you do it, make your self cum" and as I say that I undo my belt, then My jeans and pull my stiff cock out as she stands there nervously one hand squeezing herr nipple as the other moves down between her lips, i see her bitting her bottom lip and eyes closing "look at me!" And she opens her eyes and looks at me as I'm stroking my cock while her fingers dance on her clit her chest heaving as she closes in then. Her breasts looked so awesome and my eyes were riveted to those damned nipples pushing through the bra cups.She and I exchanged pleasantries and I know that she realized my 'infatuation' or whatever it might have been. I was smitten with the looks of this black beauty. Soon, she lay on her outdoor lounge chair, and stretched out. For the next few hours I was in and out of the yard. Each time I was outside, my eyes never failed to stray to that body.I noticed that my husband also seemed to come.