Meeting up with Jill, we had dinner at a nice restaurant and I sprung my plan on her. Taking it all in, she was quiet for a bit, then looking me in th... eyes, she asked “Shall we just move in together?” I hadn’t actually planned that far ahead, but the thought appealed to me.“Sure. We seem to get along great and I suppose we can acclimate to each other as we go.”The next few day were a flurry of moving, calling the dive shop, arranging a meeting with the owner to hammer out a contract we could. He scanned the place he was in. It was clean, but sterile. He couldn’t say too much about the seaside doughnut shops, but he remembered the ones back in the city. They were usually owned by some old Jewish couple. The man did the cooking, and the woman probably handled the books. They cooked fresh every three hours or so, and local kids filled in during the busiest times. They used to bury the donuts in glaze or icing. Cream filled donuts were a meal in themselves. Everything was thick and. Soon he saved enough money to go into the room with a whore. She was young and pretty. She had long brown hair and bright blue eyes. Her body was perfection.He gave her the money and she told him she would do anything he wanted her to do. He began to undress her. As he got her tits naked he began to suck them and rub them. The nipples felt so good in his mouth. Then he removed her panties and saw her pussy was shaved and smooth. He put his hand between her legs and felt the shaved lips. As he. After all, all she was wearing was a dress with her naked underneath it.Being in first class, we were among the first ones to board the plane. We were in the second row and I took the window because it is usually colder at the window and Maria wasn’t wearing much. Her dress was fairly loose on top because she only has B-cup tits. She purposely let one of the spaghetti straps of her dress fall off her shoulder so that the top of her dress gapped nicely. As passengers walked by to their.