"I still dabble," I said. "They give me small projects that I can handle from home via the Internet or overnight express services."Very perceptively, ...Don't you have to 'be there?" Sure, I do on site inspections but not just Little Rock, we do projects all over the state so I do an overnight trip about once per month."Between folding and unfolding the map, Veronica told me something of herself. Originally from upper Connecticut, she had gone to school in Boston where she met Patty, her friend. Bubba admired Molly's body as they walked through the door. She looked like a cartoon character, with her enormous bubble butt, bouncing with every step she took. Her tits, which hadn't been modest to start with, had almost doubled in size as well, but they were no competition with her magnificent rear. It was twice the size of a watermelon, and jutted out so perfectly from her back that it almost could have been used as a seat. And immediately above it sat her tattoo, which still looked as. But I was glad when the last one had finished; I was starting to feel sore and exhausted from my orgasms and my legs and inner thighs were covered in cum. After I had recovered I went upstairs and showered before slipping on some clean panties and a nightshirt. Downstairs I found that the men had all dressed and had cleaned up and put everything back into place. Brad had even gone to the utility room and put the towels on a wash for me. Gentlemen to the last! We shared another bottle of wine. You’re kind of cute, in a way — for an old guy."It was at that moment I realised my atheism was a delusion. There was a God, and he was a caring God, a God who'd wired some women a certain way, given them a yen for older men; sat by my side was his most excellent effort to date.She took my hand in hers and placed it between her knees and gently guided it over her inner thigh, opening her legs a little more with the passing of my palm. Taking control of my own hand, I moved further over.