"He had brought a box of black heavy duty trash bags, and he opened it, took out a bag, and began to pick up things and put them in the bag."Dad, don'... you want to look around first?" Bobby said. "I mean, maybe there's something worth keeping here." Worth keeping?" his father curled his lip with disdain. "In this trash pit? What could possibly be worth keeping?" He went back to picking up wads of paper, clothing, anything he could reach, and stuffing it all in the trash bag.Bobby looked around. That seemed to work. With each glide in and out, I tried to be as creative as I could. I contorted, twisted and rotated. I began reacting to her body's reactions and did more of what I thought she liked most.We made love for almost an hour (true). I was so nervous and anxious. I honestly couldn't cum even if someone offered me a million to do it. So, I just kept going...and going...and going. She moaned and shook several times. I remember how she'd whimper before each climax and I really liked. . well I just ... eating here ... Well ... I know Mel is a dear for providing a roof for us ... but, I just didn't want him to have to provide our food too. It was too much ... Do you understand?" A tear rolled down her cheek."Yes." When we came in here three weeks ago ... we had just been evicted, and it was snowing, and I didn't know what to do. Mel lets us stay ... so I help with the bookkeeping and payroll and the paperwork for his taxes. I just don't know what I would have done without his. I’m so sorry about all this,’ she replied with a sigh, a look of disgust on her face, both from Paul’s behavior and the employee’s look as he eyed her cleavage. It was more than visible in her top, but she had only intended to be seen by her client, not strange random guys in public. ‘C’mon, Paul… let’s get you home.’ ‘You certainly have a way of pickin’ your friends, little girly,’ the guy from the bar said with a flirty tone, which she easily dismissed and ignored. She just grasped the arm of.