How are things going?’ It is the third short, brief note I’ve gotten from Ben. I sent him two already in return. We were just checking in with eac... other. I’m sure the time between letters will lengthen soon and someday we’ll stop writing them, but until then I enjoy hearing from Ben Sheppard. But now, it’s time to get back to my date. Jack Duncan, the appraiser I sometimes work with and who I once met with without any panties, asked me out five months after Ben Sheppard left for Milwaukee.. As he walked towards the door to exit her store, it struck her peculiar that he had not extended his hand to her for the customary ritual of shaking hands, when a transaction has been completed.Much to her surprise, Genevieve called out to him and asked, “Why didn’t you offer to shake hands with me?”He turned around, smiled as he reached for the door’s handle and replied, “It is not proper etiquette for a gentleman to initiate a hand shake with a lady. When a gentleman and a lady meet for the. My dick was pointing toward my aunt and I was almost near to her bed. The fucking cum came out like a jet and it got spilled some on the sexy legs of my aunt – some drops on the bed and few on the floor as well.After a few satisfying moments, all flashed in my mind about where I was standing and what I did and where did I come? In all this anticipation and slowly with a fear, opened my eyes. There they were. The shocking and a little bit angry eyes of my aunt staring at me and my dick. I was. He rubbed his fingers across the smooth skin and then over my tight tummy.“Nice work on the cunt.” He said and I felt a surge of pride.“Now, baby, you need to go and get me a yardstick. You do have one of those, right?” he said.I remembered Mom had a red one in the pantry that she had gotten from the hardware store. We rarely used it to actually measure anything, it’s primary use was to fish crap out from under the refrigerator. I ran to the pantry and grabbed it. It was a little thicker.