Then came Robert.I was in a toy aisle rearranging dolls some eight year olds had systematically cleared from the shelves as their mothers stood nearby... cart-to-cart, talking to each other but not watching their damn daughters.Robert was probably late 50’s, grey hair, very fit. Very fit. Eyes bluer than mine. He came down the toy aisle with a cart filled with frozen dinners, a few household items and a case of beer. He wasn’t looking at any toys, unless maybe that’s how you see me. Depending on. I also accepted to drop her. The time around 11 p.M.I started my car from hotel it will take 45 minutes drive from that hotel. While driving I asked about her husband and kid. She told his husband went to abroad for his project work 2 months back and kid stay with his grandparent. She stay his house alone in weekdays and spend weekends with kid in mother-in-law’s house.We reached her house in 11.50 p.M and she called me into her house and told me to wait and watch the tv. She went into her. Wiping his hands on a towel he said "Suck my Cock - Make me Hard"I slid off his knees and back into a position that now felt comfortable and familiar. I knew that i could now never have enough of going down on huge, hot, throbbing, dripping cocks, and for that i will forever thank him. He pulled away from my mouth and now i was laying on my back on his bed with his huge hands gripping my ankles which he had pinned down onto the pillow beside my ears - (since that day - always my preffered. ” I was flabbergasted; three months probation had just turned into six weeks. I guess stopping the job had been the right thing to do and I was getting a nice shiny car to boot. I called my wife to let her know. That afternoon, stepping from my Ford Focus, I found the site I was to run. Two large blocks of brick built social housing that had been constructed just after the war as a quick solution to the housing shortage caused by the bombing of London. The flats (apartments) were stacked on top.