V. “I wanted to ask him if he could show me around because I don’t want to bother you. And you have so much work to do in the office,” Annie sa...d following me upstairs. “It’s okay. I promise that I will take you out this weekend,” I said. “No, it’s fine. Adam and I are of same age so we will get along easily,” Annie said. Yes… I’m much older than Adam, I thought. “Aunt Jennifer?” Annie said loudly, “Are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine. His number is…” I told Adam’s phone number to Annie. . His mouth dropped open a bit at the perfectly shaped cock that laid halfway down the man's tattooed thigh. His own dick pulsed once, and he typed, "No way that's you!"Another minute later, another picture came in, with Charlie's online name written along the length of the penis. "Believe it now?" Holy fuck," was all Charlie could think to say."What, you bigger?" NormalGuyAnon sent back quickly. Charlie was very confident in his size, but that dick might have had him beat.His mind raced. His. "Is he someone new?" No," Monique said. "He's not a fashion designer."Gertrude's eyebrows rose. "Not a designer? Don't be ridiculous, dear. No one but a Versace, a Gucci, or a Scarvelli could possibly have fashioned such an exquisite purse as this!" He was a banker," Monique said."You won't tell me, then?" I did tell you, Madame Winn. My late love of my life, Richard Hunter, was a financier."Gertrude smiled. "Oh, I see," she declared. "He had the purse designed for you."Inwardly, Monique. One night, I went to the laundry tent to do my laundry and holy shit, Ashley was there stuffing here DCU's in the washer. We exchanged pleasantries and professional courtesies and small talk about what was going on. I sat down on a wooden bench to wait for my laundry to wash and she asked me if I was going to be in the laundry tent while my clothes were washing. I told her that, yes, I haad nothing better to do. She asked me if I would watch her laundry while she went back to her tent to catch.