Ralph joined me and watched with fascination when I made the omelettes. It was as though the thought of someone actually using his kitchen to cook was...a novel idea to him, one that required investigating. We soon tucked into our food and Ralph smiled at me. ‘This is fantastic, Heather,’ he complimented me. ‘I haven’t had home cooked food since the last time I visited my parents. Mom despairs at me since I’ve never taken the time to learn to cook. It’s not that I’m not interested, there’s just. By the time I'd dropped her off I didn't feel so wretched; I wavedgoodbye to her, and Robbie when he came out to check on her.To finish off the day I cooked a curry from fresh ingredients, had along, luxurious shower and then curled up on my sofa in my favouriteonesie and watched Dredd again. Admirable.***The following Monday I found myself nervously watching the clock anddreading the arrival of the 0837; I knew Lennie would be on it - he hada thing going with the roster clerk to be sure of. A minute or so later, as I was just starting to catch my breath, he touched the inside of my thigh with his fingers and I jumped like I’d been scalded.“Babe, you OK?”“God… Richie, holy fuck.”“Did I hear fuck? I can if you want, I’m hard as a rock.”“Oh, my god, no! No way! I’m Jello, hon’. I’m sorry, I know how much you love to go back in and how horny that makes you, but I can’t, not right now.” It was true; as I said, he virtually always got hard when he was cleaning up after himself, and then. Although she was dying to wrap her lips around his girth and suck him until he jazzed in her mouth, what she really needed right at that moment was a deep hard fuck. “Oh fuck me Jack!” she commanded him. With ever growing confidence, Jack picked her up and carried her to her desk. She wrapped her hands around his strong shoulders while he cleared stuff off her desk onto the floor. He laid her atop the desk and promptly penetrated her long-suffering pussy with his throbbing 7 by 3” cock. Briefly.