" I demanded.He parked the car then said, "Nice old house," Yes it is, but I don't live there. I live in the maid's apartment over the garage," I said...to correct his thinking. He followed me up the stairs, then into the small apartment.I looked it over complete then said aloud, "Well it is the right size for you." Then he laughed. He brought his folding suitcase up the stairs with him. It was the kind that bulged on both sides. In the Air Force we called them B4 bags. I have no idea why. I had. I respect the process, and my friend. I get up and make me a sparkling water with orange juice and him one with lime juice added. “Can I kiss you?” I ask. No words are needed as he takes my face in his hands and kisses me on the lips, with just a bit of tongue. Not too shabby. “Does that answer your question?” Oh shit…my panties are wet. “Yes sir.” If he’s this good with a quick kiss, I see why he has the reputation he has. “You like that, huh?”, he asks slyly. Such a bad boy. And I’m loving. She walks up to me & just jumps up on me wrapping her legs around me & starts kissing me. Fuck.. my back, I was too old for this shit. Once I had my hands on her arse to help support her I forgot all bout my back. This girl was ripe, I almost immediately smelt the sex eminating from her. I lowered her down onto the tables she had pushed together for the interviews, it was further down than I thought, damn these mini tables & chairs. Once I had her down I ripped at the waist of her tights, I. The doorbell rang, and it was obvious Mark was not getting off his ass to answer it. He quickly went up the stairs and opened the door. ‘Adam? ‘Richard asked. ‘Hi Richard. What can I do for you? ‘ ‘Jesse said to give you these. Put them on the car. Tell Mark there’s a barbeque tomorrow. ‘Richard handed him an envelope and left. ‘Who was it? ‘Mark hollered from the basement. ‘Richard, from across the street. ‘He answered on his way downstairs. He opened the envelope and looked over the.