Yes. Yes, sir!" Would you have time to see me today — this afternoon?" Sure. I'm an out-of-work loafer." Well ... I might be able to fix out-of-work... but you'll need a good vocational psychologist to help with your being a loafer." He laughed. "Anyway, I'm on the third floor in one of the corners. Would 15:00 be OK?" Yes, sir." And bring some of your work, right? Term papers?" Absolutely!" Good. See you then." Yes, sir. Thank you."Well, that was that. And it still wasn't 11. Oh well. I went. I kneeled on the bed as he made his way over to me. My heart thumped in my chest. This guy had muscles all over and was covered in hair. He had a nice beard and fur all over his chest and down to his cock. His bush was full and his cock hung at a length I thought impossible. As he walked over to me it swung like a pendulum.I stayed on the bed as he got closer. I reached out for him and he seemed pleasantly surprised I was willing to entertain him. I grabbed at his cock and he didn't even. She thought that was odd. She couldn'tremember the last time Brad had called her, much less leave a voicemail.She pushed play on the message and listenened:"Hi Beth. I have some bad news. I can't come down this weekend. Thepipes burst in my parent's basement. They need me to come over and helpthem. I am leaving tomorrow and will be helping them with cleanup,repairs, etc. I know you are at dinner and you can't have your phonewith you at dinner which is why I am leaving you a voicemail. I. Then he made me breakfast. I began to notice just how many empty beer cans he has laying around. He had a little bag over flowing with Budweiser, Bush, and Coors Light beer cans. It was disgusting. I should have guessed he was a drunk, the first thing he pulled out of the fridge was a beer. He made me breakfast, oh, I don’t mean just a bowl of cereal and a glass of OJ, he makes me eggs, bacon, hash browns, pancakes, sausage, toast, a bagel with cream cheese, a bowl of cereal, half a grapefruit,.