We needed the money and it was one of the few jobs that I could qualify for.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Milf sex As I finished telling him about Mr Franklin playing with my tits, and Barb’s follow-up blowjob, I noticed that I could see even more of Tony’s cock sticking out below the hem of his shorts – he was getting hard! He pawed and squeezed my tits, pinching the nipples and swatting my heavy hangers to watch them jiggle and dance. He told me that the job requirements included me wearing easy access dresses, blouses and skirts, with no underwear at all – no bra and no panties – to which I agreed. A movement caught my eye, and I turned my head to the left and saw my husband standing at the front door – half in and half out – staring at me, with my legs spread wide and tits swinging all over the place, getting fucked from behind by Mr Franklin.
