She said she was already awake and she needed it.I asked what if anything was bothering her. She said she overdid her work out, the same one where she...hurt herself with heavier weights. I told her to lay down so I could go over her. I mentioned I left the cups at home. She replied it wasn't that bad, but a massage would help.I suggested the eucalyptus as she laid down in front of me her tight little tush facing up. I proceeded to work her feet just like I did with Marion. I almost thought she. You willing to get paid under the table.“Yes,” I said, “thrilled actually.” The man smiled and passed me the broom.It turned out I was making the legal minimum, but no benefits; that was the reason for the under the table shit. But now I’d be able to get me a cheap ass place again. Fifty-four-years-old and starting life over—for the third time. Fucking wonderful.Well, what the hell. Life’s shit and then we die.“Yes, he is out, and he does have a job. It’s shit, janitorial mostly, at a local. Moving on somewhat trembling legs, we exchanged places. My lover still had a semi which glistened with cum and looked delicious but, knowing where it had been, it took me a moment to summon up the will-power to take it into my mouth. I’m glad I did. It was an unusual taste but not one I found unpleasant. I was soon sucking hungrily.My lover leaned against the wall, groaning with pleasure. His hips moved involuntarily, grinding against me and his hands grasped the back of my head. Being young. With one hand she tentatively reached out and unzipped his flies. She reached in and with some difficulty freed his rock hard cock. Still touching herself with her free hand, she bent from the waist, looked Heath in the eyes then continued down to his cock. He almost shouted when her tongue flicked out and picked up a string of precum oozing from the tip of his cock, then she sunk down on him, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, and took most of his length into her tiny mouth.As she worked up.