Warms my heart.” Susan flushed “Thank you mom, that means a lot.” Sam snorted in consternation, “guess I’m the only one who had a boring n...ght.” “Sorry Sammy” said Susan sympathetically. Sam shrugged, “Oh don’t be, you actually helped me in a way.” “I did?” Susan looked at him quizzically. “Yep, found a nice pair of your undies in the hamper to jack off with while I listened to mom and her soldier.” “Oh! Heh, well, I’m glad my sweaty undies could come in handy.” She said chuckling. Sam rose. Narene Phillips, twenty-eight, was from a town in South Australia near the border with Victoria. He’d advertised for an assistant chef and chose her because she’d been the only one to have applied in handwriting. The writing was neat, and that told him something: that she was a neat person. Her enclosed photo was clear and she had a body that was biologically interesting. He’d noted one of the other twelve applicants had bothered to send a photo but another reason for her selection she was the. "I like who I am, thank you very much, nochanges for me," then she filled in the form as follows:Femininity? HighIntelligence? HighGregariousness? HighSexuality? HeterosexualSexual energy? HighProfession? Travel consultantShe then hit "save," and went to the next screen, where she could sendit, but before she hit "send," Jennifer made one small change, replacing"Heterosexual" with "lesbian," which of course Kathy didn't see since itwasn't on her screen any longer. Kathy hit "send".Jennifer. A whole new world of eroticism seemed to open in that one brief sexual encounter. Slowly, she brought me down to earth, gently continuing to stroke my cock, nipping and sucking at its purple head. A smile seemed to curl upon her lovely lips.“Mmmmm,” she quipped, “you taste as good as you look, my dear.”Tenderly, she withdrew her finger from my ass and patted my buttocks lightly. “Well, Brandon, I hope you learned something from this little escapade.”I smiled dryly, nodding that indeed I had.