"Wow, you must really need to sell some shoes," she smiled back."Not really. It's just that, here, I don't often get to meet beautiful women. Most of ...ur clientele are either, how you say, teeny boppers or college girls." Well, you certainly couldn't mistake me for either of those." You're quite right. Girls are one thing. A real woman is something else again." Are you always this forward with your customers?" I'm sorry if I offended..." No, you..." Laura felt herself blush, "... you just. It was only a matter of time before they would padlock his office and auction everything off at pennies on the dollar.When the contractor told me that if he could walk away from the business debt-free he'd ran away and never look back, the wheels started turning and I asked him if he was serious. He assured me that he was. I asked if he would let me see his books. I told him that I might have a way for him to get his wish.I told Peggy what I was thinking and for the next few days we were in the. Mrs. Marshall figured this was more than the old man could take of the sight and sounds of a woman going down on another woman and soon would cum and she wouldn't even have had to touch him. Katie pulled her mouth off of Phil's mammoth hard cock, still stroking in quickly in her hand. Feeling his hot hard flesh in her hand. Her body began to lose control as she started to hump her friend's tongue, "I am going to... fuck...fuck... faster, faster!!," she begged. "Ohhh shit!! shit! I'm cumming!. " Well, as good as things were with Vicky and Tabby, I missed being with you that way too."At the airport, Charley met me with a bouquet of flowers and a small gift, a book of poetry by Lucille Clifton, a California poet whose works can be hard to find whom I'd mentioned liking during one of our phone calls. They say that men want to sleep with beautiful women and women want to be made to feel beautiful. Charley had a way of paying close attention to what I said and did that made me feel his.