She was wearing an ornate white nylon running suit which was clearly never meant for sweating in. I admired how it hugged her ass as we climbed the ba...ement stairs and resolved to get her out of it somehow. She didn't offer me a beer when we were done, but when she asked if I'd like a drink, I asked for a glass of water. She got her purse while I drank it and pulled out a few bills which she pressed into my palm, asking also that I not tell my mother how much she'd given me. As she was saying. ”“It’s no problem,” winked the man. “Let’s go on in and do the walk through. After you,” he gestured.Windsor Stevenson ascended the steps of the front porch and stopped at the door.“Oh let me,” said Danny. He moved behind the effeminate hairdresser clandestinely and extended his arms around either side of the five-foot-eleven, leggy, twink. “You smell great,” he intimated as he fumbled with the keys.“Thank you, Danny,” blushed the cosmetologist with dark brown eyes as he quickly walked through. You mentioned clergymen as well. Tell me more about that.”I shook my head.“I am a scientist and engineer. I deal in facts and measurable outcomes, not blind faith. I know that there is an inherent right and wrong in the world. I don’t need some writings from thousands of years ago to tell me that.”“So you believe the bible is a factual document?”“Don’t put words in my mouth,” I said with a smile. “I know there is a traceable history to the bible that dates back thousands of years. I also know. She beckons me and I follow her in. she moves quickly to a cubicle and steps inside, I follow her in and lock the door. Our mouths meet, tongues searching deep into each other. I lift her jumper revealing small, creamy, white breasts; her pink erect nipples showing how horny she is. My cock betrays me too, and soon Bunty is unzipping my fly. I help her by undoing my belt. I yank down my trousers with my cock bulging under my boxers. She pulls them down -my dick springing out as it is released,.