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The Wjeel Chair - BBBBTS

... that dress was. Your very good at this Mr. Kelly. You know allot about what women are into. My husband should take some lesson from you." she said. "For a price, I might give him some lesson. But for know. How much for this box of sexy thongs?" I said. "How about another hundred for the thongs, and my best bras. Better make that $250.00. Mr. Kelly, your up to $550.00." she said. I smiled. "Can you help me? I have my wallet in my pocket. Can you reach down and find it for me." I said. "Sure! Let me help." she said. She turned to walk back toward me. I put the box of thongs on the floor next to the bra box, and heels box. She smiled as she leaned in to touch my cargo shorts. "I think its in my left pocket. Maybe my right." I said. Honey was sliding her hands in my two front pockets. She then moved her hands up my cargo shorts. She was pressing on my hard cock. I smiled, as I looked down her sweater. I could see right into her deep cleavage. She was wearing a small pink see through bra, that left nothing to the imagination. I could see her two erect nipples poking out of her small bra. Her breathing had become more rapid. I smelled her sexy perfume again. I looked around. No one was at her lawn sale, but Honey and I. I reached into my lap to take off my cane. I moved it around her big ass. She leaned into to reach my back pockets. I leaned up to look directly into her large cleavage. I could see her breast pushed together as she kept running her hands around my cargo shorts. ...

... I let my cane slip down between her legs. I moved my hand up, running the metal cane up her long legs. She let out a soft moan in my right ear. I moved my cane between her thick thighs. She moaned louder. "Oh! Mr. Kelly! What are you doing? Is that your cane?" she said. "Which one?" I said. She had a big smile on her face to match mine. I slowly pulled my metal cane out from between her legs. She shook her ass side to side. She then pushed her big breast on my lap as she moved her hands under my shirt. She ran her long pink nails on my hard abs and stomach. "I'm pretty sure I brought my wallet. Here let me help." I said. She leaned in some more. My face was an inch from her huge cleavage. My cock was so hard inside my cargo shorts. I was hoping my shorts my burst open, freeing my 9 3/4 inch cock. She brushed her hand on the outside of my cargo shorts. My cock bent back. She then brushed her other hand on my stomach again. I slowly moved my left hand down to the front of my cargo shorts. She moved slightly to allow my hand under her huge breast. Her breast were now on the back of my hand. Her pink sweater pushed my hand over my zipper. She then turned to push her breast up my stomach. She looked over my head to see if anyone was watching. I slowly pulled down my zipper. I then felt my cock snake out into the warm air, inside the garage. The tip of my cock pushed on her pink sweater. She turned her head when she felt my cock poke inside her warm cleavage. "Mr. Kelly! What is ...