I rest my back to he pillar as Marcy presses her chest against Layla’s and their breasts rub on each other.Marcy looks at Layla in the eyes. “Feel... what you’re doing to me. Touch my pussy and the vibrator.” Layla reaches out and feels the top of the vibrator. Marcy moans as Layla feels the engorged lips wrapped around it and brings my phone back up. She changes modes as she feels the immediate reaction by the vibrator on her hand. She plays with the intensity and notices the immediate reaction. What made him unique was he made house calls. "And Eve, is he ever cute! I just wish he would make a move on me but he's totally professional, shit!" "Rachel, don't you feel a little odd inviting a strange man in your house and taking off your clothes in front of him?" "Honey, don't even think about it. Its so damn business like its not even funny. He comes in, asks where there's a room to set up his table, goes there, sets things up and then comes back. A perceptible groan sounded as the terry cloth blotter was removed and employed to pat dry her judiciously secreted breasts before venturing upward to sponging-up the droplets encircling her sun-baked neck. A defining silence descended as she employed a practiced behind-the-back towel-flick to transfer custody of the loose end of that ‘swimmer’s shammy’ over to her left hand in order to utilize a very sensual tug-o-war maneuver in order to clear her bronzed stern, drip by sexy drip, of excess. As I was pushed down he told me to undo his pants. I did as I was told and was shocked by the size of his cock. He was easily 7 inches and thicker than my husband. As he guided my head onto his cock I felt my pussy get warmer. Why am I liking this? I wanted to stop but I didn't either. The excitement of being taken was always a fantasy but never one I thought I'd go through with.Once he had enough he pulled me up, pressed me against the doorsand lifted my skirt. In one fluid motion he was.