Despite the harsh surroundings, he was impeccably dressed. He had on a freshly pressed white button-down shirt with a starched collar, and the top two...buttons unfastened. He was wearing a similarly-pressed pair of beige slacks, and clean dress shoes. His hair was short, jet black, and flawlessly styled. Despite the heat, and the fact that everyone else on hand was sweating profusely, not a bead of perspiration marred his shiny complexion. I wondered if this dude was even capable of sweating.A. As I sidled close to the counter while she was waiting for her purchases to be totaled, I heard the clerk, a young man named Henry, call her Miss Rose. He seemed very nervous around her and I wondered why. She was tall, very long blonde hair, a voice that reminded me of a church choir and she smelled so very nice. I watched her as she picked up her bag and started out of the store. Just as she was about to walk out the door, she turned, looked right at me and said, "Would you like to help me. She took her time stroking me and then leaned forward and kissed just the head. I was somewhere between heaven and painful hell I was so hard. She took me in her mouth and I watched her lips part as she took me in. I’ve never watched a girl give me a blowjob before but looking down at her I knew I was going to be in heaven shortly! She was working back and forth along my shaft taking me deep in her mouth every so often. I couldn’t hold out much longer and warned her I was about to cum and all. Our family was reduced to rubble after she kicked Dad out. But the act of kicking him out seemed to start the recovery. I still heard the crying sometimes but the house was a more stable, happy environment, which made me feel all the more guilty for what happened. Like father, like son, as they say. My bedroom is at the back of the house, and although it faces onto the garden, the window also affords a more interesting view into Rose’s back bedroom. I didn’t understand why she chose to sleep.