It had to be from Aiden but would it be good or bad or really bad?I still have the text message and here it is: "Can you host tonight? Discretion is p...ramount."That counts as an AWESOME response. I was relieve and even more horny. I texted back "I can host, here is my address......, discretion is important to me. I'm Aussie Speedo Guy, I'll keep your secret if you promise to keep mine." Cya at 9pm" was the reply I received less than a minute later.Wow!!! I was going to fuck, or be fucked by the. ’ I played Sunday golf with her husband Freddie Evans until seven years ago. He told me he was worried leaving Connie all alone after he passed, as he had been diagnosed with serious heart problems. They couldn’t have children, after Connie’s ex-husband beat her almost to death while she was heavily pregnant with Freddie’s child, which she lost, so she had no-one. I promised to keep an eye out. I did, but never let her see me. Today the grandchildren had taken my attention. ‘Freddie was a nice. I had a good life which was made even better by all the wonderful people I met.I was approached just after five in the evening by a 17-year old brunette girl. I generally closed around six because everyone had to be home for dinner and do their homework after. I was hungry by then too."Hi," she said. "Could I get Personal Services?" Sure," I said with my friendly helpful smile. "I'm Bob. What's your name?" Allison." A pleasure to meet you, Allison. What can I do for you?" I just want to fuck.. We spent the next three days together, most of it in bed. She did let me sleep in the next day while she went in to work briefly and arranged things for days off, but for the most part the real world did not intrude. We watched some movies and had some food delivered, but mostly just lay around naked together either in the afterglow of sex or working each other up towards more. I became addicted to going down on her and making her cum hard, and then entering her to do it again. I got spoiled.