.in a way, I got my dream. In a way.I searched as many places as I could, and eventually found a nice smallapartment- although it was big enough for t...o people, I had it all tomyself, and I liked it. The freedom was nice, the independence wasamazing, and things couldn't be better.Except for when I searched for a job, and things went from bad to worse;I couldn't find anything. Well, that's a lie, I could, but none of thejobs were things I wanted to do. And then, then I found a good job. Itwas in. Partners. Just like we talked about when we were at college.''I thought you said that Westhampton was the dead end of the universe?''It was, but it's a regeneration area now. The local government is throwing money around like you wouldn't believe. Take this building we're in '" it's state of the art. Environmentally friendly air conditioning, built-in wireless networking with a secure room for the server, it's got the lot. It was built by the local development agency, and we've got it on a. “i’ve had a lot of meals on this table, but i’ve never had a fresh pussy.” I took my shirt off so we were both nude. “Guide it into you” I said as I put her small hand on my swollen cock. “Feel its size so you can be prepared for its entry” “The size scares me, but I want to take it. Just go easy with me.” I did as she asked. She guided the head of my cock to her cunt’s tiny opening. I pushed but it wouldn’t go in. I had never had a fresh before. This was going to be harder than I thought. I. Gary thought she was still working at the roadhouse as a waitress and never knew she was being a cheap slut fuck-whore. Even letting her now father-in-law fuck her pregnant cunt. He enjoyed that he was fucking his sons wife and his son didn't have a clue he was pumping his wife full of his creamy thick cum.Eventually Gary's dad didn't bother going to the motel, instead he told Helen to stay at the flat and he would bring cocks to her to fuck. Doing it this way, whenever Helen wasn't fucking.