No, he would hire himself a personal assistant. After he had an opportunity to see her organizing his pitiful personal life, getting to know her somew...at, then he would appeal to her feminine expertise to help him find a woman suitable for him, and of course, give him some pointers on how to make himself more appealing to women, even at his age…and weight. Morgan Humphrey Styles was an old, perverted fat ass in need of a good woman, an attractive woman, a young woman…a sexual woman. And he was. ”I laughed, “Sorry. With all the running and working out, I eat a lot. You didn’t have to eat it all, ya know?”“But it was so yummy!” her voice dropped to a whisper, “And it was the first time a guy cooked for me.” She wiggled against me, getting comfortable. I started stroking her stomach again, “I am not trying to start something baby. It feels good to touch you.”Sandra turned her head and kissed me softly, “You are an amazing guy.” She laid her head on my shoulder and sighed. She replied me to bring her some medicines from nearest pharmacy. I took her scooty and took some pain relief tablets and a gel. I came back home and gave her medicines and gel.She went in and took tablets and trying to apply gel on her back. Then with curiosity I went in and saw that she is facing difficulty in applying the gel so I asked her can I apply teacher? She replied ok.I started applying gel to her back by touching her bare skin in the gap of her petticoat and blouse that was really. Was it possible that he was not his parents’ son? Maybe adopted? But no, that wasn’t it, because he had asked when he was 11. The answer from his mother had been prompt, elaborated, and sustained by facts. He wasn’t adopted. But somehow, his father’s explorer genes had neutralized somehow with his mother’s adventurous nature, and they had produced a son who couldn’t care less about what was happening beyond his house fence.Well, that was a way of thinking. He had inherited his parents’.