"Maria tilted her head. "What?? What in the world do you mean it was your request?"Ingrid almost giggled now. "When you sucked him off Thursday night,...lovely Mrs. Foster, he had just left my apartment, where he had fucked me in the ass. Did his cock taste a little different to you that night?"Maria's plan to be dignified and diplomatic crumbled in that one stunning statement from Ingrid. "You filthy bitch!" she cried, and, before she could even think about it, she swung and slapped the tall. Ihad my job; I was a bank teller. Bernice had left me the house we lived inwith provision it should go to Karen when I passed on. Karen had work ata radio station. I liked to listen to music on headphones when I went tosleep. It relaxed me and helped me sleep I often had relaxation CD'splaying.Then I noticed odd things. I woke one Saturday morning and went down tothe kitchen to make myself some coffee. Karen was there and she said,"Did you sleep well, darling daddy?"That phrase darling. ” “I thought you might.” “I sent you a sweet reply too. I was born in the fifty’s, and love the music.” “Me too, I love the 50’s rock and roll and I also love good old country” “One of my favorites is Ray Price.” “Mine Conrad by far and Dolly of course.” “That’s when music was music, and it didn’t sound like someone just ran over their foot.” “So true.” “I wish I lived down the road from you, I’d not be on this damn computer.” “That’s for sure, you’d be in my arms lil-darlin.” “Ooooh. I spent hours doing my makeup extra thick. Using a ton of hair spray to give that 70’s boofy hair look that drives him wild, and sewing the summer dress that he ripped from my shoulders last week in a moment of hot, wet, stinky passion. Of course, I had my high heels on that I got from Wal-mart, and stockings that hubby got me from Christmas. They are not as stretched out now, as they were Christmas morning. (I am not sure why stores sell them stretched out?, -Anyways, Back to the story). .