After all, the place used to be a funeral parlour.' I did not know how to respond to this. She turned to Jeremy. 'He's not keeping anything from me, i... he?''Ben wasn't hinting at anything being wrong, Alicia. It's his sense of humour. You'll get used to him.''Well, let's hope so. It would be really useful if he could keep shop for me when I go to my Egyptology meetings on Wednesday afternoons.''What do you say, Ben?' Jeremy asked.The hour helping out now and again had suddenly lengthened to. As if the fact that I was going to have to fuck her was an inescapable- if unwanted- necessity. I shook my head. Despite the fact that Sarah was attractive, I didn’t think I had it in me. The night had just been too strange, and I was too exhausted. Also, the moral dilemma of fucking Maddy, her mother, and now potentially her sister held some weight. I can’t say that I regretted it, but the awkwardness of the situation had a negative effect on my boner capability. ‘Can’t,’ I said. ‘You have. He told me his address and it was close and so he left and I talked with someone else for a few minutes (in agony!) and then left to walk the few blocks to his house. When I got to the house the lights were on and I knocked on the door and he answered but sort of standing back so that I couldn’t see him all the way until I peered around the door and saw that his pants were gone and he was stretching the nylon of his underwear in a glorious fat bulge of manhood. I quickly moved inside the door. She met Bruce at work, but he only worked casually, picking up shifts when he needed to, which wasn't often. He had another job and lived and worked 90 miles away. He was about 10 years her junior, divorced and had a little girl whom he had on weekends when he wasn't working. He asked her out for coffee one evening after work, and it was well past 1:00 AM when it started to rain heavily. He had ridden his motorcycle int and he was not looking forward to the 90 mile trip in the rain,.