She pushed my legs apart and started to rub my balls from behind and then up my ass crack. She pulled on the thong and got it wedged up my crack and i... felt good. It felt so good. Jill asked me if I liked the thong pulled up my ass. I told her yes, that it was turning me on. Jill then repositioned herself to where she was lying between my legs with her face now pointed at my ass and started to kiss my ass. She moved the thong out of the way and started to tongue my asshole. I didn't know what. So good...deeper darling...deeper..." And then after a few more thrusts into her she cried out, "I'm coming darling...I'm coming...come with me...please come with me..."Her legs were wrapped round my waist as with my hands under her buttocks I dragged her on to me. I released my sperm deep into her as she wept and sobbed beneath me, begging me to fill her. I don't think I'd ever ejected so much semen before, and I wanted the anguish of my orgasm to go on for ever, but of course it didn't.I felt. I let the four of them spend an hour discussing whether it was better to buy one large tin of beans or a multipack – or some such rubbish. I went back to the street and called in to the second hand book shop. It almost jumped into my hand! A History of Wolseley. Scruffy, well-thumbed, but still. I was as nonchalant as I could be. “This isn’t in good condition, could you knock some off?”“Oh, for Jack Maxwell is it? I heard he’d been taken in. He’ll like that. What’s the price?” I thought I was. The young woman had obviously been trained as a cordon bleu chef because she critiqued my menu."A few days later they returned and noticed the improvements we had made as a result of her suggestions. Then I was shocked. She prepared the finest croissants I have ever eaten followed by an omelette that was truly a masterpiece. We listened to her advice and then she offered to lend us the money we needed to make our plans a reality. We didn't believe it. Whoever heard of a banker who could cook?.