Sara still couldn't be persuaded to come to my house and, after the promise of a good meal, I agreed to drive over to her apartment to see her. She fi...rmly told me that I had time to shower and change into something "neat and tidy." This was a formal dinner invitation so I did as I was told and drove over to the address she'd given me.The condominium she lived in was a good mixture of functionality and elegance, the front security concierge was efficient and earnest in his responsibility and so. I’ll need more storage. I saw a bike store with motorcycle trailers yesterday. That is one option. It is something to look into. Alice kisses me again and climbs out of the pool. I follow her. She fills my glass and hers. She clinks glasses with me and says, ‘Here’s to the open road.’ I look her up and down, smile, and reply, ‘To the open road.’ She leads me over to a double chaise lounge and snuggles up next to me. Her hand loosely strokes my cock as we watch Mary and Sally work over Tom.. "Oh you know I did" she moaned softly as my hand cupped her pussy.For a moment I held it there while my hot thirty something neighbour gently rubbed her pussy mound against it, before she then took a breath and moved my hand away."But this isn't the time or place, we've got to get this stuff to my husbands office first" she then said before glancing at me smiling.So we drove on and a few minutes later we pulled into a large builders yard half full with mounds of gravel, concrete, brick piles. ? The woman licked her lusciouslips watching Chelsea groan like a wanton slut. As soon as Chelsea finished what the woman wanted, the drawer in the wall popped out again. It was empty. This time, Chelsea thought she knew what the woman wanted, so the hose was coiled neatly then the funnel, the hose, and half-filled pitcher of hot piss went back into the drawer. The drawer closed.?What are you doing, slut?? The woman’s dissatisfaction was obvious from facial expression and tone of voice. What.