“You made this?”, I asked, as I dove into my slice of cake wishing there was more. Gay sex Back to cave man days. Have a seat on the sofa, I’ll get us a drink and a surprise.”, she replied. She worked for many years as a receptionist at a local firm and occasionally salesmen or other visitors came through and she would accompany them for a night on the town. Turned to look again at the girl and said rather incredulously, “Nah, you gotta be kiddin me!” Irv merely shook his head and smiled. “We’ll see. I’ve eaten my share of pussy and sucked more than my share of cock. I guarantee it’s more private than here”, I volunteered. I hope you’ve got a car, some friends drove me here. During the week you have a routine: get up, go to work, work, eat lunch, work s’more, go home, rest, eat s’more, go to bed. I didn’t mean to scare you”, I lied. correctly, was hers and walked up an open stairwell to her second floor unit. Then a full day. Irv was at the bar, the same twangy tunes were coming out of the speakers and the cowboys and cowgirls were in abundance.
