The thought of attending a meeting withthe owner of the company left him giddy."Mark! First of all thank you for coming in on such short notice and th...nkyou as well for giving up part of your Saturday," Ms. Pennyworth saidafter inviting Mark to a Danish, coffee and finally a chair. Mark took up a Danish nervously, fixed his coffee and sat at the other endof the large conference table not quite sure why he was there. However,knowing Ms. Pennyworth and this only by reputation, he knew he'd find. She clung to him, quivering, out of breath, tasting salt as she kissed his chest. His cock was still clasped by her tingling, quaking pussy tube. ‘I guess that’s what they call ‘steamy sex,’ she said shakily. They laughed, but softly. ‘Wore me out, Punkin,’ gasped Geoff. ‘I guess I’m too -‘ He stopped, knowing what her reaction would be, but she giggled tiredly. ‘Age has nothing to do with it, Geoffie,’ she puffed. ‘I’m one-fmblthmth of your age-‘ Running her hand over her mouth to garble. At worst, mom would just think I was joking. She never really understood my sense of humor."Did dad leave me any lobster?" I asked."What are you talking about?" She asked."Didn't you boil a lobster this morning?" I asked."When have I EVER boiled a lobster?" She asked, looking bemused. "Especially for breakfast?" Oh, sorry," I said. "It's just, well , I dreamed you had boiled me a lobster."She shrugged and chuckled."You caught me!" She said. "Just let me finish slicing up a lemon and I'll serve. “Dat’s wassup. You gone hafta stop fuckin’ him afta tahnight.” “Okay, daddy!” “I ain’t playin’, bitch!” “Yes sir!” “May I ask when was the last time you fucked a boi?” “Shit, it been bout six months.” “Why so long?” “Had this fem shawty, but he moved. Do you stay by yo-self?” “Yes. I live alone.” “Dat’s wassup. I’ma prolyl spend a couple nights a week witchu.” “Sounds good.” “Hey, I just got off the exit.” “Dat’s wassup. Pull around to the back. You can park next to a red Nissan,” he said.