He was also interesting, always informed on the world, interesting to talk with. Randy also liked good food and good wine, and was adult, something th...s twenty-one year old woman found lacking in many guys my age. Randy was seventeen years older than me, so, I suppose, a lot of people thought he was robbing the cradle or that I was a 'trophy bride.'He was not. I was not. I really liked being with him, he was terrific.His son, Cody, was also terrific. Yes, Randy had been married, his wife died. Do you want it here or in bed? No one has been there since you left, if that matters to you.”I told her here was fine. It was up to me to start the talking so I did. The image of her being filled at both ends kept popping into my mind as a major distraction. I saw her mouth as a receptacle for another cock, not mine. It was a good thing her sex parts were covered. Where to start?“I thought you were supposed to wait seven years before you got that itch. We’ve barely been married seven weeks and. I’ve come to see you perform, so why don’t you come see me perform?”“Perform where?”“At work.”“I thought you were a bartender.”“That’s what I told my mother. I’m really a dancer. In a club.”“You’re a stripper?”“Well, stripping is part of it, yeah. We’re exotic performers I guess you could say. I’m not a hooker, though, if that’s what you’re thinking. Wait a second.”She turned to Laura, who was talking to some guy, and said something into her ear. After ten seconds or so Laura started nodding. Come,” he beckoned calmly and held out his hand. The money had been the bait, but his voice was most definitely the hook. It flowed from his lips and poured all over her body like thick honey. Kaylee had spent the entire afternoon craving the hot sex that the night had promised, and now she had the opportunity to throw caution to the wind and satisfy her hunger. Lust and greed were quickly winning over her trepidation. She was desperately in need of some cash and a good hard fucking. Kaylee’s.