‘I’d like that very much, Mr. Tate,’ Jessie said, smiling at him and tracing his lips with her thumb. ‘It’s Bill, Darlin’, just plain old ...ill. There ain’t no Mister and Miss between lovers, now is there?’ he said, grasping her hand and pressing a kiss in the palm before he sat up and began to pull on his clothes. Miss Lorraine had checked on her after Bill Tate left and was relieved that Jessie had seemed to suffer no ill effects from the encounter. She knew that Bill had left the girl’s room. "Thank you for meeting with me, Ms. Cummings. And also for trusting me." I must say that I came here with a few trepidations, given that you're related to someone who hates my guts. Oh, and please call me Lisa." You must be referring to my brother. He is quite the troublemaker, isn't he? I'm sorry he's caused you so many headaches." Thanks," said Lisa confused."So you've obviously read my paper. What did you think about it?"Lisa paused, choosing her words wisely, "It was very convincing. It. The texture of this magnificent specimen would be treasured and burned into my memory forever. Quickly interrupted were my thoughts as this heck of a man was about to orgasm. He didn’t slow but as my hand followed his humping movements up and down I felt his asshole tighten and squeeze. “AHhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck!!!!! I’m gonna cum!!!!” He shouted. Snapping my hand away from his ass I grabbed for his balls and massaged them. “Take it all Slut!” he groaned as he collapsed on the seat. I eagerly. "It's so good to see you, Uncle Jim," she cried, throwing her arms around his strong neck and feeling the rasp of his afternoon shadow of beard on her tender cheek. His was a comforting avuncular embrace, the feel of his body, in spite of his wealth hardened by his activities on his ranch, pressing his strong, paunchy belly against her own lean form. Their kiss of greeting, always before just a brief peck, lingered a trifle longer than was comfortable for her and then broke. Robin peeled her.