She had even given him a coy little half-smile on the way out. Jock still didn’t know why, but he had felt some sort of immediate spark.The closest...he had been to a real relationship had been with Melissa, the regular bartender at Ship’s Rudder. It had lasted a couple of years. She was a good companion, a good sounding board, and of course a terrific fuck. But both of them knew when it was time. They had mutually decided to end it -- no muss, no fuss, no hard feelings.He remembered what. Ab mein raat ko uske ghar jane ka intezar kar raha tha karega 8 baje uska phone aaya ki delivery uske flat mein deni hai, or apna address or phone number diya mein bhi taiyar hoke pohach gaya, medical se condom ka packet liya or ek silky chocolate. Ab mein uske building pohach ke call kiya, woh bahar hi delivery lene agayee or mujhe chai ke liye invite kiya, maine bhi haan kardi or uske saath uske flat mein chala gaya, usne kuch payjama or tshirt daal rakha tha, kya bomb lag rahi thi ekdum. He would have to put a rubber ball strung on a rope in her mouth and tie it behind her neck allowing no sounds to filter from her mouth.He would walk across the shop and just look at her, her legs spread and her shaven lips parted and moist, staring back. The pink puckered anus winking at him across the room. She was to become his work break.Between carrying heavy loads across the shop, he would stop and bend over and take a long lick the full length of the crease of her ass - smiling wickedly. I called the girls to tell them to be up eight, so we can be on the road by eight-thirty. Mom came out of the bathroom dressed in flannel pajamas.I couldn't keep from laughing a little."What's wrong with how I'm dressed?" she said ready to hit me, I think."Nothing at all, I find it amazing that even with pajamas from the 40s, you still look so beautiful to me," I said smiling at her.She went into her suitcase and went back into the bathroom, about two minutes later she came out, in what looked.