The tenants would for the most part fail to recognize Sal today because he was all dolled up in a three-piece suit and a tie with his shoes polished t...o a nice glossy shine. It was a far cry from his usual stained-with-dirt T-shirt and his skin-tight denim jeans. He almost looked like one of the downtown breed of strap-hanging Lotharios that tended to exist in a perpetual fog of sexual repression and greed for material possessions.Gina came walking down the sparkling marble steps. She was. One day when I went to her home she was feeding her son. That is the first time I saw a nude breast in my life. I felt something different in my shorts. I tried to see that but I can able see only one boobs because other was covered. She saw me watching her boobs and gave me naughty smile and I was aroused. For my luck that child helped me to see other boobs by removing her nighty and I saw complete boobs of her.I was continuously that seen she was looking at me. That day nothing happened and. The stand-off was broken as I tentatively raise my hand under her raincoat. I’m guided by her tapering legs as I graze her thighs as I near her crotch. My middle finger makes first contact directly on the centreline of her hairy pussy lips. Immediately she smiles. My face must have been a picture of total surprise. As she makes no attempt to close the access I firmly stroke her lips and sink deliciously into her wet and hot pussy. This stranger lets out a slight groan of pleasure. She (for I. “Oh, okay, so it’s for your niece. How sweet! But you’re a Yank, judging by your accent. You have a British niece?” Emilia seemed loathe to hang up with me for some reason, getting rather chummy.“That I do, ma’am. That I do. Until then, best wishes and thank you,” I hung up on Emilia Clarke, a subtle way of asserting myself with someone used to others hanging on her every word.“So, just like that, you have a new lackey, dear. What will you do with her?” I teased Tammy, well aware of what she.