You can take me in, can't you?"Finally I answered. "Well, you know it's been a long time since I've had anybody live with me. It's tough to give up al... my freedom and quite a bit of my space. I know you don't have any money, but you'll have to do something to make it worthwhile for me, you know." Yes sir. I can clean, and cook and... that kind of thing," she petered out."I certainly expect more than that out of you. You're asking to share my house, my food. No doubt I'll need to drive you. )I was glad when we dropped him off and I was back home ready to jump in the shower. Out of habit I turned to look for Brian peeking but I guess he wouldn’t need to be peeking anymore. When I washed off and dried I returned to the bed room to dress. I saw the cover up on the hamper, soaked with cum. I could only imagine there was a big wet spot in the seat of the car. I made a mental note to get out there in the morning and wash it up. Once dressed I headed out to make dinner. I couldn’t help. His cock jerked at her touch. She moved back to him, fitting the head to her hairless pussy. He groaned as he slid into her. She settled onto his pelvis and rocked back and forth, letting her head roll back when he arched his back and ground his hips into hers. She squeezed her muscles on his quivering cock and the torture was exquisite. He bucked on the mat, trying to get deeper inside her though that was not possible. His hands found her breasts as she squatted above him and began to go up. ”“Great to meet you Amy. Do you mind if I slide over some of the things on this end table so I can show you?”“Sure.” She came over and moved most of the items.I set up my plastic bottles on the table.I picked up the honey mustard one for example and unscrewed the cap.“As you can see, the pickle juice is applied to the cock with this brush attached to the cap. You will want to coat the entire cock and then when you suck cock you get a wonderful flavor.”She picked a bottle up. “Barbecue?”“That is.