We talked a while and I learned a lot about her, she lived with her grandma, had no siblings and had never had a boyfriend, she had a very strict upbr...nging and in a way I was becoming a father figure having never had a male in her life and she was becoming very comfortable in my company.After chatting for what seemed like hours we decided to go upstairs and get the boxes done, as I stood up my robe slipped open exposing my tight boxers, I couldn’t hide the excitement in me and I noticed her. . catch up on my reading," she answered him.Ginger pointed out the faulty unit to him and he went to work on it right away.Within 15 minutes he was done."Well, ma'am. It seems that you had some dust blocking the outflow of air. But I just cleaned it for you and you can use it tonight." Thank you, um, what is your name, by the way," she boldly asked him."Jimmy Keen. I'm the supervisor, Miss. Gregson, I believe," he asked her."Yes. I'm Miss. Ginger Gregson. And I would love to go out with you,". The seething, fluid little cuntal channel between her legs seemed to be raging with desire -- but for what? Her own short, panting breaths did not seem real to her. And now, as she groaned and lay back on the bedspread with trembling thighs spreading partly open, her fingertips traced upward over the satiny smoothness of her rib cage to the huge, sensually swollen mounds of her breasts, and she squeezed them until they hurt. Her fingers found the tiny, bone hard nipples and pinched them. Then Yanni tells me that we need to talk. We go to our bedroom where I twirl Yanni around and I begin exploring Yanni’s mouth with my tongue. I pushed him onto the bed and begin playing with his cock to get it hard so that he can give me a quickie. I am always the one that starts with that. This time Yanni stops me and tells me that we need to talk. To prepare my next part of this story, I must inform all you readers that although Yanni and I are husband and husband, Yanni is the gay that is.