Not too bad, and let's be honest, if you can put up with looking at it first thing then pussy on tap ain't such a bad thing. And being a nurse she oug...t to be clean. But...Obviously she thought I was a good catch, and since I'm an easy going sort of bloke she would be able to mould me to what she wanted. Wrong. I'm easy going to all appearances, but only up to a point. I told Ælfthryth, that I'm an illustrator, and a fairly successful one, so I'm not poverty stricken, but like most artists I. But most of them had been for only a night or two.What was the point?A Year and a Half Ago: It’s About the JourneyI remember the first night I moved into my trailer. Maddie came out of the house in her pajamas and robe with fluffy slippers and knocked on the door. It was easy. For a few days, until I got the trailer stocked and everything moved into it, it was parked in the carport. She brought hot cocoa packets and a carton of milk. The first thing I’d moved into the trailer was my coffee. “Okay, good. Just so you know, I’m very intrigued. Can we fuck now?” she asked.“Yeah, can I finish my beer first?” I asked, reaching for my beer.She stood up in front of me and wiggled her hips as she slowly pulled her panties down, bending over as she did. Her pussy was a sloppy mess, my cock throbbed at the sight of it. My cum had leaked out of her and was smeared all over her outer labia and pink inner lips. I wanted to get on my knees behind her and bury my face in her snatch. Instead, I. But there was this girl at work who, whenever I saw her, just really stirred my imagination. I didn’t see her often enough to suit me. The copying machine is just in view of my minuscule cubicle. I can see her when she is making copies. She sort of leans on the machine with both elbows as the little light thingy swoops by. She always wears an appealing pencil skirt which accentuates her ass and sheer stockings adorn her shapely legs. Last Thursday, she was making copies, and she was wearing.