‘Sure he replied’, I could feel my heart pounding, ‘only if you stay as you are dressed’, he added, I thought my heart would stop. I turned to...face him as I had already started back to my door, ‘I can even take it off for you’, I said thickly, I think he knew he was onto something really good. During those last few steps I could feel my pussy juices running down my inner thighs, and I wanted to jump this old man’s bones and fuck him up really good, so as we went inside and I closed the door, I. I don't know. Whatever it was, I found myself satisfied with just coasting along.Several times a month I would take one or two days off, during the week, and run all around New England in my Navigator, looking for bargains that I could buy up and then turn quickly for a profit. My primary motivation for doing this was recreational in nature. Since my early teens, buying and selling things had been not only my vocation, but also a favorite hobby of mine. It was a kind of competition I had going. ..as i grew up believing i was normal boy in a family of 5 being the youngest and only boy had advantages that i never got hand me down clothes like my sisters did. over years i was slowly being drawn by mum and older sisters under wear, the sexiness of the material and the design was very intoxicating to me. i started wearing my mum knickers and matching bras with her stockings would harden my cock for me to wank off. at first i had feelings of guilt rush over me, i'd strip say never again. "I had to fire someone today" She finally exhaled the words."Did the people deserve it?" I asked, staring at her sexy crotch."According to my Boss, yes…” She shrugged.Ana sat looking at me, now with her knees akimbo…"Is that an invitation? Because I am very hungry…” I asked.She smiled and looked down at her wet crotch. She crossed her legs seductively, as she looked at me in my eyes..."Sorry, honey… I am tired and do not have a plan for dinner”"Do not worry, babe; we can order something" I told.