Either a guardian angel or a very generous God, but somebody must have been listening to her prayers, especially when she was masturbating.

But the two men who came to work on her house were exactly what she was dreaming about. Tall, strong, young, and in shape. One of them had a

neat black beard, while the other demonstrated his chiseled bare chin, piercing eyes and warm

smiles. The guys were like snacks, ready to be devoured. Miss, we need to fix the wiring on the

balcony. One of them approached her. He saw her long legs and her stomach. Her breasts were covered by a magazine. Her eyes were hidden by her dark glasses. Her curly, long brown hair was spilled behind her. She was sunbathing under the warm sun and looked like she was sleeping.

But she wasn't.

She was closely following his actions.

She saw his eyes extracting all the information, from her feet to her hips, the bright

front of her thong, nestled between her plump, sweaty thighs,

"'the softness of her belly.

"'She could see her white body sink into her eyes,

"'and the curiosity in there.

"'He licked his lips and looked behind him since she didn't respond. His partner was kneeling and doing something.

"'Ah, miss?' The man tried again and cleared his throat. No answer again. He rubbed his palms

together and pondered where would be the most innocent place to poke her,

to get her attention. First, he aimed for her toes. Those rosy, clean souls looked ticklish.

So, the knee it was, he tapped her gently, and she moved her head. She smiled and sat on the sunbed,

her magazine slipping in the process. Her big bare boobs filled his eyes. Her large ariolas

and delicious pink buds stared him down, and he lost his ability to speak.

Yes, she said and reached for her drink.

I, uh, uh, oh, they're just breasts, my dear,' she said, slurping from her straw.

"'It's not like you've seen my pussy or something.'

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