Her heather grey sweatpants were loose-fitting, but obviously a size small or extra small. The sweatpants had elastic held tight just under the knee. The “PINK” across the back shifted with each of her steps as she led me to the kitchen. Her calves were defined, and her bare feet pressed from heel to toe as she made her way across the room. When in the kitchen, it was a designer’s showcase and an entertainer’s dream. As the bags were set gently on the counter next to the fridge, two mobile kids (probably 5 and girlfriend 3) tear into the room and around the island counter, nearly knocking the two of us over. Chasing them to the eat-in table, the three of us join the non-mobile child, stuck in a highchair, and craft projects strewn across the surface. Kelly saw me sit down and ask about the projects on the table and have every project explained to me by the kids while she made quick work of the groceries. As her indian body flowed through the process of storing the groceries, my glances must have become obvious, watching her movements and admiring her figure. When she reached to the higher cupboards, her sweatshirt would reveal the low waist of the sweat pant, barely covering her ass and exposing the lower abdominal areas of her stomach. She didn’t have overly defined abs, but she clearly worked out regularly and girl took care of herself. When she bent forward to put things into the bottom cupboards, she gave me a view down her shirt, exposing her sports bra and B or C cup breasts confined beneath. When she was finished with the groceries, it was time for me to excuse myself from the table. Her youngest mobile child, a daughter, said, “do we get to see you again?” and reached out for a hug. Returning the hug with the only comment available, “that depends on how happy your mommy is with me.” My glance focused at Kelly, catching her smile at my hugging her daughter. I gave her son a high-five and waved to the youngest, stuck in a highchair, and started to collect my crates and bags. While at the door, Kelly said, “thank you SO much Jay…distracting the kids was a stroke of genius! This delivery service really grabbed a gem when they hired you…I hope you’ll be our regular guy now?” My response was simply, “I’ll see what I can do about that Kelly, they’re great kids!” Later that day, a notification from the delivery company revealed that Kelly had called and expressed her appreciation for my delivery. The boss said her review of my delivery solidified a household that had expressed possibly cancelling services. They were more than happy to let me take over the deliveries to them in the future. The rest of my week went with randomness between deliveries. Each interaction was positive and reviews were good enough to make me feel great about this new flexible opportunity. The next week, Kelly’s delivery order was shopped and delivered as scheduled. This time, when Kelly answered the door, she was wearing capri-length yoga pants, with a bright, wild pattern, and a black version of the same wide neck, baggy sweatshirt she was wearing last week. Her hair done into a bun at the top and back of her head. Her eyes obviously had some makeup around them, but not excessive. As we made our way toward the kitchen, her daughter shouted, “Missur Jay, come look at our project for today!” Kelly made quick work of the groceries again, and it was obvious she was noticing my glances as she extended toward the higher cabinets, again exposing the low waist of her yoga pants…or…as she bent to the floor cabinets, giving me a glimpse down her shirt…this time, no sports bra beneath. The quick glance of nipples was a surprise, and my glances turned to stares, it amazed me she didn’t have a bra beneath her sweatshirt! When ass she was done, and the good-byes with the kids were over, Kelly gave me a hug at the door, extending to her toes so she could get closer to my face, whispering, “next week, the kids are going to be at the neighbors”. An awkward comment, for sure, but didn’t think about it much, and between family and delivery business, it was forgotten before the end of fucked the week. So that meant staying in, or at least doing things that were free. It wasn’t long before we were ‘exploring’ all over each other’s body. But she didn’t care what he was thinking or feeling, all that mattered was her pleasure. But Amanda just continued to lay soundlessly on my chest, so I acquiesced. "Holy fuck, you guys, I'm gonna cum!" Like I said, sex sells, but sleeping your way to the top just isn’t done these days.” “I need another half hour.” He girlfriend started French kissing her but within a second of the kiss starting he blew a full toke of the pot smoke into her mouth. Especially this one. My chair rolled back from me as I stood. She smiled thinking that any one of the young hansom ranchers might be a good thing. Wendy took the opportunity to have a siesta in indian a short silk nightie she had packed. As Monica recovers from her orgasm, Clara starts to lick Monica’s pussy, while rapidly rub Monica's clit with ass two fingers. I hold Mariana hand which has the didlo and I pulled her hand with the didlo out of Nicole’s vagina. Jen held her fingers against my pussy and squeezed as his slippery cock drove in and out. While it was all new to Lisa and Conner, there were enough changes to make it mostly new to Jill. She was truly fucked high as a kite, as everyone watched her playfully stuck two and then three fingers into her pussy and grease the entrance. I started cumming again. I wouldn’t know what to do.” “Right,” she moaned. She rolled on her back, stretched and smiled at me. I said good morning Angel and she replied good morning in a sweet contented voice. I learned that I like blow jobs, but they are not what makes me shoot my load. It wasn't a solid rubber ball like you would normally see, instead it was hollow and perforated, like a whiffle ball, to let the wearer's saliva leak freely. I glanced across at Tom and could girl see from the front of his underpants that he was getting aroused. "Yes," she agreed.