"I know; and so are you," I remarked seriously, and kissed her gently. "Go, kick your shoes off and relax; I'll get the pasta cooking, and bring a gla...s of wine in to you." Sounds like a plan," she agreed.I don't know whether what I cooked would properly be called bolognese, but it tasted pretty good.Anne agreed; "You're a good cook, lover." Do you think you'll stick around, then?" Sure," she smiled, "for a week or so, anyway!" Actually, I was thinking rather longer term than that ... Anne,. YIKES! To each their own, but that is not my viewing choice. I scrolled through the selections, settling on a movie showing two busty mature women, one blonde and one redhead, sucking and fucking a younger hunk with an impressive cock. I giggled out loud since I wouldn’t be watching the movie. My focus would be on the hard cock next door that I would be blowing. Just then I noticed that the guy already had his cock through the glory hole waiting for his blowjob.I stood, undid my pants, and. Better dress accordingly.” Some things never change. Across the square at the Rhyme and Reason Music Bar, a quiet loner rebel type base player is sitting backstage in a chair kicked back against the wall balancing w/ one leg, strumming empty notes. Yearning to write something new. Be more than just top billing on a marquee. All of the screaming purple mohawks, stage diving, and black lipstick on everybody is getting boring. Strumming, balancing, strumming. A breath of fresh air. A muse. Hell,. ” She said over her shoulder as she headed for the bedroom. “Won’t be a moment, make yourself comfortable.” Her accent hinted at California.Her perfume left a heavy trail behind her. Her dress, gauzy and multi-coloured, flowed long, to mid calf, but seemed to accentuate her figure. She was as tall as he, in her metallic grey sandals. Her hair flowed to shoulder blade length in blonde tresses of luxuriant thickness. Robert thought that she might look fantastic naked, at least from the rear view.