Do you get randy, Randi?”I rolled my eyes, wishing I could send out a scathing retort. I was the debate team captain. I was usually so good at it. I...stead, my tongue felt like lead in my mouth. I groaned and scurried around Shelena, racing to my class.I gasped as Shelena grabbed my ass, giving me a nice squeeze. “I can take care of that wet, juicy pussy. Just say the word. You know you want it. Ask for relief, and you can ride my cock.”So many insults popped into my head and I couldn't bring. I’d changed out of my work clothes and was wearing my denim skirt with a plain white T shirt and no bra as I thought I would be hanging around at home. I went into the kitchen and started unloading the dishwasher. My son’s friend, Brad who was at college with him was sitting on the sofa in the kitchen drinking a glass of water. “Hi Brad,” I said, “I didn’t know you were here.” “Oh, John’s gone to work and I’m just waiting for my sister to pick up the phone so she can come and get me,” he said.. I’m here to interview for the job that you advertised in this morning’s paper. I phoned. You said to come on in.”“Oh, yes, Miss Carr. You got here in a hurry. Please come in and have a seat.”Jonathan Webster, a short, slim, middle-aged, prematurely-white haired attorney, put on the front of the folksy, dapper, religious, salt-of-the-earth citizen. He was married to the former Mildred Ward, and served as a deacon for his church. Oh, but there was much more to Jonathon Webster. He had a crafty,. She was early 30s, had a couple of kids and wasn't looking for anything serious, so I thought I'd try my luck. To my surprise I got a reply, to start with it was just the usual, "how's your day going?" "Not to bad thanks yourself?" Etc, but that quickly changed. After a few messeges the topic of what we were looking for came up, I told her I was just after a laugh and abit of fun, to which she replied "don't you think I'm abit old for you?" "Not at all, I've always fancied going with an older.