Open your legs a little."He worked back up pushing my legs wider and wider until finally he was kneeling between them on the lounger. When he reached ...y ass he paid particular attention to the crack and his fingers moved down as far as my clit before coming back up and dwelling on my pink rosebud."Turn over please," he said.As I did so I frantically looked around for the others. Shit, three other guys were rubbing screen into them. No they had been rubbing screen into them, now they were. “Steve, why are your two friends and these other people sitting around the Lottery Office?”“You heard that the winner of the big Lottery prize bought the ticket about a mile and a half from here didn’t you?”“No, I hadn’t.”“Well, this is the only Lottery Office in San Diego, and their bosses probably think the winner will show up here soon to submit a claim on the ticket. Their bosses want them to interview the winner, so for the last day or so, these guys have been just sitting here hoping the. Standing behind her, we both looked straight into Dianne's caravan window, where she was also doing the washing up. Behind her stood a man, Paul her husband, we guessed, as we had not met him due to his work commitments that week. He was staring straight back at us, smiling and was massaging Dianne's substantial tits through her thin blouse. From where we stood we could see him say something to Dianne, and then she looked up at us and smiled too. As we both stared back I put my arms around. You'll understand soon."I stared at her mouth hanging open as she slipped her hand free andmoved away. This time I didn't stop her. It didn't even occur. By thetime I came to my senses she'd slipped into the master bedroom. WhereHal McCain, single father, slept.My heart hammered in my chest as I looked inside. I knew what to expect,but even so I thought my eyes might pop out of my head when I saw herdress fall to the ground at her feet."Hal," she called the name, a siren luring him back into.