"I don't understand the question?" Now that you have serviced or have given Michelle what she wanted, what are you looking for in return?" He asked wi...h a really severe look on his face."Um, look, I'm not looking for anything," I said a little defensively. "A couple of days ago I met this very nice lady with a bunch of kids. She said she wanted me to be with her for a little while. During that time she has told me quite a bit about herself and has told me multiple times that I could leave at. Many times I have been offered sex for payment by a bimbo but have never taken anyone up on the offer because of the tremendous risk involved legally.(Just ask Tiger Woods). A while back I was called to a ladys home to do some repairs.She was about 65 years old 5 ft 4 165 to 180 lbs pleasingly plump with rather large boobs.And a nice caboose.She had brown hair with grey roots showing in places and a nice smile.She had me look at several small tasks and give her a estimate.I knew by the way her. Both pretending that our situation was exactly what we wanted, that we were in control. But God, how I wanted to have her! Every minute of sexual experience in my life had been, in my eyes, preparation for a day I was unsure of ever coming. Every lick, suck, touch, caress, tingle, pinch, pull, rub, tug, moan, groan, sigh, scream, every tantalizing, sensational moment… everything had been for the day I would have her as mine, if only for a day, maybe less. This Muse, oh that she was! This. "Did you get my black licorice, boy?" her voice rang out from the front room, harsh and uncaring.He patted his pockets, suddenly uncertain if he had or not. He thought he had. He remembered going into the store but had he actually gotten the candy? His heart raced in fear until he felt the paper bag crinkle under his searching fingers. He pulled it out with a quick sigh of relief and hurried in to give it to her.She was sitting in her chair, a padded straight back that was as ratty as the huge.