‘Hiya. I’m Miles Delong, winemaker, general manager, and whatever else the old SOB tells me to do.’ He held out a hand. She took his hand and su...denly felt strange. She drew her hand back quickly, not knowing what to think. She looked at him, he didn’t appear to think anything of her sudden movement. She hoped she didn’t look as flustered as she felt. She forced herself to sound casual. ‘I thought you must be Miles. Ana Palmer. And I’m sorry, if I nearly hit the man on the golf cart.’ ‘Naaah.. When she was sixteen, she ran away from home and never returned. She began dancing at seventeen. Her body had matured fast and she could easily pass for a college aged girl. Ten year later, now she owned several strip clubs, and they were very successful. At the young age of twenty seven, Denise, now known as Desire, had all of the money she would ever need. Although she no longer needed to perform to make money, Desire still occasionally graced the stage with her presence. Her specialty, and. As a result, every few hours I have to go into the back room to get myself off. Old Peter The Great, hanging down there between my legs, can be a very demanding fellow. Sure, he's not really that great size-wise, but my fantasy nickname for him stays with me.Jean followed my eyes to watch the ass that I had been ogling."You'd love to fuck that, wouldn't you?" Of course," I said, turning. "Who..." My voice dropped to an involuntary whisper, "... wouldn't?"Then, after a pregnant pause, I. “That’s good I guess,” she began as she sat next to him, “if you’re not too tired we could…you know…” she trailed off as she tried to kiss his neck. “Danica, I’m tired. Maybe later,” was his usual response. “Fine…” She sat back, frustrated and annoyed, as he turned on the Xbox and began playing his game. Would you just fuck me instead of playing your game for once? She got up off the couch before going to the bedroom and lying on the bed. *** What I would give to have sex right now and you.