Upon returning downstairs, she saw Lamar's eyes light up as she entered the kitchen."Great legs, Mom! With those tits and ass, you've got a body made ...or sex!"Despite the ineloquent language, she found herself flattered as his eyes followed her across the room. He had her turn around and model the outfit."Lamar, I have work to do." Sure, go ahead," he had said.He had stayed home the entire day, having her bring him cool drinks, watching her every move as she did her housework. After the first. I'm a guy. I'm a guy. I'm a guy. So is Brando. We're buddies. We been doing stuff together since we was kids. Stealing hubcaps, shooting craps, all that _man_ stuff. If that lady thinks that she can make me want to kiss him and hug him and be in his arms and... screw this. Screw you, lady. Screw me, Brando. Aw, no, I said it, said it out loud." Ricco felt his eyes fill with tears. "Now I'm crying like a girl. I got to find Brando. I need his help. I... I need him, need him in me. No! I. Steve slowly got dressed, cleaned up and left with a peck on my lips. I was delighted, knowing I had provided another admirer the best of me, and that I was attractive enough to be so lucky. I was now so tired that my own orgasm could wait. I set my alarm to 6:30, giving myself time to get up, have coffee and then shower and get back in boy mode before the plumber arrived between 8 and 9. I fell asleep fully dressed, even with my stilettos on. I awoke on time and noticed my pussy had leaked. . go... away." she jerked out through gritted teeth. I admired her face. Very nice. Restrained makeup and a simple but expensive hairdo. Late twenties or early thirties, I decided, and lower management, not your average secretary. A touch of class, although perhaps not looking her best right now."Hey, that's not very nice." I smiled. "I only came back to see if I could help. It sounded as if you were maybe having a spot of trouble." I wanted to give her every chance to ask for a hand."Why don't.