In the end, he rejoined his usual dinner companions, and left Cindi to eat pretty much by herself.Most evenings, though, there would be that soft tap ...n the door, and Cindi would slip into Jiri's room, where they would play backgammon, and talk. During the course of each evening, Cindi, seemingly unconsciously, would softly cover Jiri's hand with her own. Jiri would let her gently turn his hand over, and she would delicately stroke him with her fingers, her fingers tracing quiet patterns on his. I promise not to act dishonorably.’ She smiled at him: ‘You’re such a gentleman, Rafael.’ ‘Despite where I live!’ he said, smiling ruefully. ‘Can’t you move?’ she asked. ‘No place to move to!’ was his answer. ‘Lots of people would like to move out of this housing but can’t, just no place to go.’ It caused a thought to stir in her but she pushed it off and left it for thinking later. They got to her house, one of her indulgences, a large rural brick house with a finished basement and twice the. He is around fifty, but doesn't have too much middle aged spread, and we fitted nicely in the bed. He was exhausted, but he wanted to make my life interested, as well as having some nice skirt with him at the end of a long day- so- we "did" it a couple of times, the second orgasm not quite satifying a young, maybe even oversexed lady, but it certainly did the business for him, and he was well asleep in seconds.No pre-breakfast fuck for me either, he was rushing. I had come a little prepared,. She walked up to a huge desk, and grabbed the chair with her hand. "Mr. Milakes." "You may go now, thank you, Bella." My breath caught at the sound of the voice and I was only half aware when Bella turned and left me alone with this man. The chair behind the desk swiveled around and I was met with a pair of deep blue eyes. I realized I was staring, but when I blushed he only gave a little smile. It was perfect, and he had dimples. After a few minutes of me blushing he finally.