.." I never heard him, because the devil on my shoulder was shouting "OF COURSE YOU WILL, you big, dumb bastard! You met her thirty seconds ago and yo... have a GREEN LIGHT, buddy! How often do you get a shot like this?" Not nearly often enough... "Uh, sure," I said. She took me by the hand and led me out to a white Toyota Camry parked by the edge the lot, right by the busy sidewalk. She unlocked the passenger door and turned around. She was crying. "Go ahead, get in..." She walked around and got. But it was also effective!Wendy was slim, with small breasts and just a tuft of light brown fuzz over her pussy. When she saw me giving her the once-over, I could see her relax a bit, and when I looked back to her face, she was giving me the once-over as well!“What did you look like, you know, before?” Wendy asked, her eyes locked on my cock. It was standing up and saluting, and it was a second before I realized what she meant.“The same there, smart-ass,” I said acerbically and got a giggle in. Her computer was now in the smaller bedroom, and one wall was covered in bookcases, full of computer books and boxes of games. And next to each game was a folder. I looked at her and she nodded, and I pulled one out. Inside were sheets of paper, with notes and maps for the game it sat next to. “I like to keep it all organized, in case I decide to play it again. If they have a disk inside, it will have the save game files, so I can pick up where I left off if I want to.”“Wow, very well. She looked every bit as enticing as in her bikini; but I wasn’t biting. I needed to get this job right; for Linda and Robert and also myself.I’d turned on the TV and found a great old movie that we watched together on the sofa with the sound low so we could chat comfortably; something we did well together.Rachel was more passive in the evening; the day having taxed her energy and bravado. On the sofa she gradually gravitated against me. Eventually I put a friendly arm around her as we stared at.