With one hand on her hip, she wore a sly grin. "I give the manager of the charity shop where I work a blow job in our lunch break." Wow! And d'you fuc...?" No fear! At my age I can't afford to get up the duff. No fucking, no kissing; that's our rule. I just suck his big cock for him and let him empty his balls all over my tits. It's really pretty tacky, I suppose. Gross even. Calls me his 'slut-bitch whore'. But it sure as hell turns me on!"Finishing her varnishing, Phyllis mumbled, "It's turning. Kiran is a middle class boy he had bike so I insisted him to leave when rain stopped and he stayed.I didn’t do fingering today and I was excepting to stop rain so as soon as kiran leaves I will close the main door and go to bedroom and start doing it. But rain didn’t stop now it was turning night.Kiran: madam the file will be with you I will take it tomorrow.Me: what are you thinking? Do you think you will go to home in this heavy rain.Kiran: yes I have to go and I can’t stay here it’s becoming. I barely had time to put my bag down before I was being greeted by her friends and a few cousins that lived near her. Mary was a whirlwind making sure everything was going ok while I sat and chatted with her friends about school, how Mary and I met, sports, music and other things. I tried a few times to get up and help her, but she would have none of it."Just relax and enjoy yourself, let me take care of everything", she said to me. Her friends were really cool, and made me feel real welcome. He strolled around the living room, inspecting the things I’d collected over the years. ‘This is a very cozy room. I like the colors,’ he said. ‘It’s comfortable.’ ‘Thanks. That’s nice of you to say.’ ‘Just being honest.’ He shrugged and sat down next to me again. ‘Well, it’s just that a lot of people think it looks like a bunch of junk.’ ‘Naw. It has a lot of personality. It says a lot about who you are, Daisy.’ He drew my name out and gazed into my eyes as he said it. ‘You are so pretty,’ he.