She couldn't have been more than twelve, bumps for tits, a cute little pussy, but definitely not capable of taking my cock, though her mouth accepted ...t with very little effort.I was thinking about selling my condo and moving up town, so I began to look through the real estate ads, searching for an agent. I came upon one firm's listing and there was a picture of an agent that gave me an immediate hard on, she looked delicious. I called and set up an appointment with her to discuss listing my. The next morning I had breakfast at IHOP and set out again.I drove to Roseville and stopped for lunch at a Burger King. It was very busy so I sat at the counter. A big guy was sitting next to me finishing his coffee.We struck up a conversation. He was about forty years old. His name was Earl. He was a friendly good looking guy, easy to talk to. I told him about needing a place to stay and a job close to Sacramento. He empathized about my wife’s condition.He told me he owned the lumber yard. Know I’d want to manage ... and why ... why all here for the interview?” Any response was interrupted as Norma and the other women enjoyed his startled looks, as no less than three large cars arrived in unison, and an entourage of smartly dressed women, all in black, vacated the vehicles and stepped toward his office in regal pomp, the beautifully full figure of a redheaded woman, leading the way, her natural feminine magnificence bringing his cock up rigid, already in awe of the mature woman. He was, in fact, a complete stranger. Except, she trusted him. Smiling wryly to herself, she mused that she had trusted William too. Would she get burned again? She recognized him standing at the end of the concourse. He had filled out, with broad shoulders. His clothes contrasted with hers. She, in a tailored suit, was a fashion plate. He, in faded jeans, loose New York Giant’s shirt, and loafers, was Mr. Relaxed. Her luggage did not arrive. Damn. His car was relaxed too, an old green ‘Jeep.’.