That was about as romantic as it got. My pussy just felt better than his right hand.I wasn’t working and he never even asked me what I did all day. ... guess because I was often watching TV when he came home, he thought that is what I did while he was gone.To keep from feeling so lonely, I visited with other residents in the laundry room, elevator, or in the little courtyard where you could sit play basketball. I met a few other women but none that I could relate to.There was an older man in the. It wasn’t like the girl she knew, this little peep show. The callous way she let him see her body. “But if they did, maybe we wouldn’t mind. Sometimes truck drivers can plow in ways no one expects.” When those brown eyes met hers, Jasmine smiled. Remembered every detail of last night. Message heard, she wanted to say. Jasmine turned back to the cop. “Not a lot of cars back here. Privacy’s a good thing sometimes.” A warm hand rubbed her arm, slipped over her shoulder and flicked her nipple.. I don’t know what made me turn around, maybe subconsciously I just "knew!”Trent was standing there. As shocked as I, he was just staring, as much in disbelief I imagine as dishonorable guilt.“Good heavens, Trent,” I muttered, sliding surreptitiously lower into the bubbles so that my breasts were covered, “Have you never heard of knocking?”“I’m so sorry, mom,” he answered, “I just heard strange noises in here (at this point he began blushing dramatically) “and, er… well, I guess I just came. One phone call home and a quick stop at the men’s room, and we were on our way. Even in the casual setting of the restaurant, Sunny never stopped as an ambassador for her company. Skillfully, she moved the conversation from business to my other interests. By the time we got to the restaurant she had me talking about my family and home life. I knew what she was doing. She realized that there was no better way to firm up a good business relationship with me, than to gain an appreciation for my.