“Take those boxes upstairs young man and then you can go home.” She spoke softly, smiling at me.“Yes, Auntie Maureen,” I replied, bottom tingl...ng at the thought of a spanking.Thursday soon came around and I found myself looking at the clock on the wall behind me more often than I usually did. It seemed like no time at all before it was one o’clock and I was locking the front door to the shop and turning the “we are closed sign.” I was alone downstairs with Maureen Hannah who it seemed couldn’t. Her breasts rose and fell with the quickening pace of her breathing but I realized that I had to instruct Pelham in the full range of lovemaking. I, therefore, disengaged my mouth from her burning kiss and sank down to my knees, pushing her down onto the carpet. I squeezed those gorgeous orbs and ran my fingers over the stiff, engorged nipples that stood out like taps waiting to be drawn upon, then, as I heard her gasp with pleasure, I buried my face in the thick brush of fluffy pubic hair. I. She was so into it that when I touched the back of her knees she just exploded. She asked me if we could swing by my apartment for a bit. We were just casual friends from the neighborhood bar and I was surprised that she wanted to go to my place. She quickly explained that she wanted to find out if her fantasy about me was as good as the real thing. Well we got to my place and showered together then headed to my bedroom. We embraced and kissed and I began to make love to her. Her ears and. ”“Right,” she replied. “I thought we had a common ground, but after a while, our common ground wasn’t what I thought it would be.”“His loss,” I shot back. “Time to move on.”She stared back at me, but it was as though she was looking past me.“Where did you come from?” she asked.Her question was probably more rhetorical in nature and while I knew that, I couldn’t help but say,“I’m from Mars.”It’s an old take on the popular relationship building best seller, “Men are from Mars and Women are from.