I think her mother was actually jealous at times. She was a secretary, I worked in maintenance in the local factory. She studied at night and got her ...egree, something we were both proud of. I had an associates’ degree in management, certificates in welding and plumbing, and was a licensed electrician. And to be an old guy, I was pretty decent around a computer. She still though her four year degree raised her slightly above me. We saved, at my insistence, had 401 programs, she even had a. I found a guy on Craigs who seemed Ok. He was a bit younger and was working on the road at the time, a repair guy of sorts.We met for coffee and both agreed to go directly to my home for a hot tub and naked massage.I was nervous when we arrived home and invited him in. I quickly popped 1/2 a viagra cause I didn't want to appear limp. He immediately took his clothes off and i did too.We went out in the hot tub --two naked guys. I couldn't help but gaze at his cock. It was cut like mine but. Since the town was so small, the store served coffee, donuts, and pancake wrapped sausages, called ‘pigs in a blanket’, each morning.Hallie greeted all us old men with a bright smile, and a hug, each day. Needless to say, she made good tips. She opened the store every day, seven days a week. On school days, she was only in for an hour, then back again, after school.About eighteen months after we moved to Allentown, Betty died with a brain aneurism. Hallie sat with me for hours in the funeral. I grit my teeth and open my eyes to see you looming over me with a rope in your hands. “Awww, you really didn’t have to stop I was enjoying the view. Now will you follow me like a good little girl or do I need to treat you like a bad little girl,” your tone is neutral so the decision is solely up to me. I purse my lips and put my hands under my ass showing you that I want to be bad. Your evil little grin appears and I have a split second to react, but you are too fast and have me over your.