None of them gave him any hope of being hired. They had all told him they weren't hiring right then. Jack even made a stop at the library to see if th... paper had any jobs advertised. No luck there either.When Jack returned home there was an old 1984 F250 diesel with dents in every sheet metal panel parked beside his tent. The truck was even more beat up than was Jack's. There was a weather beaten, leathery skinned old man sitting in one of Jack's chairs beside the truck. The man had white hair. Mikey stood still, frozen to the spot as Lauren’s small hands dragged down his thighs as she pulled his jeans down.“Hmmm, what do we have here?” Lauren asked, staring at the large tent that had formed in Mikey’s white boxer shorts. “Is this all for me tonight?”“It’s yours all night long,” replied Mikey.“All night, hey? How many times can an old man like you manage in one night?”“Well I guess there’s only one way to find out,” said Mikey as he pulled Lauren back to her feet.Mikey nibbled on one. The next day we just packed up and left for home. Evelyn rode with me and I dropped her off at her house. I helped her take her luggage inside like a gentleman and we made fantastic love in her bed.I spent many a morning fucking her after that. Went on for a year or more. It became more like making love. We were bonded together even though I was married. I was able to take care of my wife so she never felt like someone else was getting my cock beside her. I would fuck Evelyn in the mornings. As if already knowing my answer, he grabbed two towels and walked into his bathroom. Of course I followed.The warm, steamy water only made to moment even more sensual, even more erotic. I soaped up his big, hairy chest and rubbed his nipples gently as he rubbed mine. His touch felt incredible and I was already rock hard. My hand quickly and naturally moved to his enormous, hanging cock, holding it and stroking it and caressing his big balls. I was still shocked by their size. His manhood made.