I had put away three or four beers when I finally got home and stumbled to bed shortly before the sun arose for the day.The incessant ringing from my ...elephone pulled me out of my slumber. I ignored it, as I typically did. It rang again after a short lull.Then my cell phone began issuing its obnoxious ringtone (“Take Me Out to the Ballgame”).I was relatively new to cellular technology. I had never possessed a cell phone until I was issued one by my employer. I rarely carried it and I rarely. "Guys, we've got something going here. I'm not going to give up, and you shouldn't either."Rob looked up at him, almost angry. "Look, we knocked ourselves out with the carwash. We did the bake sale. We've tried a lot of things, and we're about tapped out." He shook his head. "The overhead of changing for the bake sale left us almost even." He lowered his head. "And I don't think _any_ of us want to try the personal maid thing again!" You've got that right!" Bert agreed passionately. "I've never. She then proceeded to move close to me, embracing me so tightly that I could feel her heartbeat, she then began to move her hands up my shirt slowly bringing it over my head until I sat, my plump breasts nestled into a lace bra on display for her to see. She grinned staring at my chest while wrapping her arms around me to unclasp my bra. In one fluid motion, my breasts were exposed and the bra lay on the floor. Sarah continued staring this time watching my exposed nipples begin to stick out. I left him with the check, the place was being cleaned he was standing there feeling intoxicated by what he felt. He left the house dark went into his bedroom and fell into a quick sleep. Moaning with desires, knowing the money was going to be the factor for his business. He was going for the whole Angela experience. He was hungry for a woman to touch him. Snuggle him, intimate touches knowing touches. His body was aching so badly. He had little contact unsatisfied to his manliness. He knew.