"Guess what Jess? I think I hired a designer this afternoon. She's young; she's fresh out of school and acts like a real go-getter. I'm going to give ...er a 30 day trial, working with her. I liked everything about her, and you know how picky I am. She's just a little desperate to find work. She's got two suit cases of clothes, her diploma and little else." That's great Mary, I'll bet her name is Allison." I said smartly with a big grin."How did you know?" she asked before I told her the tale of. She then started massaging my balls by putting her hand between her legs. I slowly moved my hand downwards and started entering her jeans to which she loosed the button for me to make easy entry and my hand reached her pussy which was clean shaved and so wet. I started playing with here clit and inserting my finger in her love hole and trying to make her mad.She was now out of control and breathing very heavy, she stood up and started to open my belt and I was getting worried as we were still. " He beamed at her, "Your crew is back." Hello Andie, National Geographic said I get off in New York or don't come back." Hi Julie," said Andrea. "You missed a whole world of excitement." Can I get a picture of your scar?" At the answer she frowned, "I didn't think so." Are we all ready?" asked Tim. He turned on the engine-room fans."Who is WE?" asked Andrea."Mom decided we were needed ... so. We geddago," said the Twins, as they tossed duffle bags on the deck."Me too," agreed Junior. Her three. It’ll take hours to satisfy your lover with those saggy wrinkled caricatures running through you’re greasy little noggin. Don’t get me wrong. If you happen to be a 95-year-old woman reading this, God bless you, you’re probably very attractive. I’m merely saying that I will probably not be in the mood for your particular brand of afternoon delight for at least another several decades. I look forward to that time when I, a 95-year-old man, find myself slapping my liver-spotted bag of bones.