He’s a really good cook and he reads poetry to us some nights, and he likes the cat we took in.’ Susan came back. ‘Did you say really good cook?...�� Sarah nodded, somewhat bewildered. ‘Does he have a job yet?’ Sarah grimaced. ‘No, still looking. He’s paying our share of the rent out of his savings from working in an Italian restaurant back home.’ Susan walked back. Courtney walked over. Alicia moved in a little bit. Susan asked: ‘How good do you think he’d be at cooking for 50 people?’ That’s not. Ipicked out nice slacks and a polo shirt, dark socks and my favoriteloafers.Soon the doorbell rang. My wife had me answer it and I was confrontedwith a very pretty young lady. She reminded me of Annie, with her trimfigure but somewhat large bust, her sweet face, and pixie haircut. Ihesitated, thrown off balance by how striking she was. My wife must havegotten right behind me because I suddenly felt her hand on my shoulder.She gently moved me aside."Sorry," Annie apologized. "But my husband. Yet she was not yet on the lay off list. I did not tell her that. I looked down from her worried eyes to her breast, and then at her flat V front. I was enjoying tormenting her this way. She had given me sleepless night. What I said next was absolutly horrible I wonder many times how I said that. On the hindsight I the forever saleman saw one oppurtunity here and launched at it. I kept looking at her perfect V and said “Look you want to keep you brief, then you have to takeoff those brief for. “You want this old man to fuck you? You want me to stick my old dirty cock into your tight young body and rut you like a pig.” His dirty words made her moan like crazy.“Please make me your bitch.” She pinched at her nipples, loving the roughness he was giving her,“Oh trust me. You are my bitch.” He placed his head back between her thighs and found her clit, with a quick glance up at her her bit down hard on her clit making her cry out in pain and pleasure.“FUCK!” She fell back on her back and.