I hate ‘fru fru’ food, but it did look good. I had a sirloin strip, baked potato, with iced tea. Mine was good. The dinner conversation mostly dea...t with her job, and my lack of one.The apartments were full, and I was happy to see that of course. It had seniors from all over the three county area. There was enough income from the apartment, and the small amount of landscape work I did, to pay the bills and even put some away for a rainy day. Somehow that wasn’t enough,” I explained. “It was. “How’s that compared to a man?” I try to sit up a bit to give her another kiss, but she uses her idle hand to press me back down onto the bed. With the same hand, she locks my legs behind her and places her pelvis against her fingers still inside of me and rubbing on my delicate g-spot. She starts to push her pelvis onto her own hand, digging her skilled fingers even deeper within me. She pulls her hips and fingers back, and does it again, just a fraction harder than last time. And again. And. "Very well then. Abby? Do your worst." He looked at the Goth and arched his eyebrows. There was some subtext there Jethro wasn't comprehending.Abby rummaged in her backpack before coming up with a tube of lipstick, which she slicked onto her mouth. What was she doing?"Uh, Abby? She said to put it on him, not yourself."Abby grinned at Tony. "Don't worry, ye of little faith. It will all make sense soon enough. Ducky, come over here."Abby crooked her finger, a sexy smile on her face. Oh, this was. All the ceaseless work that Eric had put into cleaning all daywas finally beginning to take its toll on Eric. Beginning to feeltired, he sat down on the couch to rest a little. Eric couldn't believethat he was getting tired this early in the day. Yawning a little, heclicked on the TV seeing that the news was on. Normally he wouldn'tbother with the news, but since it was the only thing he left it. Aftera few minutes, he found himself beginning to get interested in it, muchlike he had.