I knew I’d seen her before, but couldn’t place her. So I asked her when we got in. She told me who she was and we swapped numbers.”“No way! Sh... gave you her number?”“Yeah. It was weird. I expected her to tell me Fuck off. Or slap me and tell me Fuck off. But no.”“Mate, I bet you’ve been fake-numbered.”“Been what now?”“Fake-numbered. I bet she gave you a fake number to get rid of you.”“Do people do that?”“All the time.”“You sure?”“Sure, man. I’ve done it myself. Hell, I did it last night to this. He felt her tighten on his intruding digit. “Daisy, just relax. I won’t hurt you.” Adding more jelly he slid a second finger into her and began to pump gently in and out, stretching her so she could accommodate him. “Alexi, I’m ready. I want you to do me from behind is that ok?” Alexi answered, “Any way you want it,” as he helped her up onto her knees. Positioning himself behind Daisy’s cute butt Alexi slipped into her sweet pussy and pumped her several times, lubricating himself with her. Rose,” Janice said, not sure she wanted him to dig that deep.“Just making sure, Mrs. Crimson, with competition being the way it is.”There was a pause on the other end.“Is there something you’re not telling me, Mr. Rose?” Janice asked.“Nothing that should worry you or any business you may be conducting. It seems your boy’s girlfriend has a stalker. We just had a little chat and I think he has come to an understanding about the way things are going to be.”“Are you sure there is nothing to worry. Having a sweet tooth he bought copious amounts of chocolates and nougat. Although he was fairly crude, I loved his visits and always looked forward to seeing him. In fairness, when I had other visitors in the shop he always toned things down but when we were alone, no holds were barred.On one visit, the summer Olympics were being held around this time and having watched the ladies gymnastics the previous day, Hank gave me a blow by blow account of what he wanted to do to these pretty young.