it was a low-cut, midriff halter top that tied just behind her neck… smiling to herself when she noticed him gazing at her short skirt that barely covered her butt… I guess I should…”
Chrissy put her beer on the counter, knelt between his legs, and unzipped his pants… uhn… oh, my God… Miranda. niiiiiiiiiice… as well as having a killer body… The force of his thrusts made her heavy breasts swing back and forth beneath her chest like crazy… holy shit… ah… slipped a hand inside her top and squeezed one of her boobs… He was a good-looking guy… As they leaned against the granite island in the kitchen… his daughter”… holy fuck… damn, that feels good… With her eyes still closed, and her head thrown back, Chrissy purred, “Oh, my God, that feels fantastic, Brett… most of them are Dad’s co-workers, but some are the maintenance guys and repairmen that come to do work at the house.”
Still shocked, and a bit disconcerted, Brett didn’t respond…