The pretty blonde is at the bus stop again. This time she is sipping hot tea from a travel mug and watching the birds fly by. I can see the steam from...her cup rising lazily in the still morning air.By the end of the day I am dragging and it feels like the walk back from the train station is about five kilometers instead of a couple of blocks. I get home and Lori informs that she had invited people for supper. Bollocks to that, I am not having it, not tonight. I feel like hell and in no mood to. I pressed up experimentally, just to see what Angela would do. She groaned and twisted and I felt the weight of her increase, as though she was trying to impale herself. Fuck! I pressed harder and my finger actually penetrated her bum; penetrated the ring of muscle and beyond so that I had my index finger buried in Angela’s pussy and my middle finger buried in her bottom. “Lick my clit!” she demanded, pulling my head down with both hands. “I want to come again!” Angela announced the. ”The command was almost a relief. I could stop thinking about the emasculation of the situation and focus on serving. I knew how to do that.The rest of his things would arrive later on the moving truck, but even so, it took a long time to carry in everything from the car. I took load after load, quietly walking past the living room where Vince and the girls were catching up to go place his belongings into what used to be my bedroom.Finally, it was all in, and I got another taste of supreme. The service area staff couldn’t help but notice and whispers and nods were exchanged, but her humility was compounded by the attentions of several men in overalls, no doubt on their way to a building site or the like somewhere, applauding her passing (as us rougher types tend to do, when a tasty morsel passes) and causing her to blush a deep shade of red!As she took her seat, Sam said, “well done, that was a test passed” and before we had time for more abuse or comment, she was “to follow him,”.