She hadn’t done anything since she moved in. There were clothes all over the place and the remains of at least three meals, not to mention the week-...ld coffee cup with its interesting fungal growth down behind her bedside table. Angie must have told her that I needed watching, because she stood by, hands on hips, scrutinising me, while I cleared it all up.“Do you want me to do this laundry?” I asked pointing to the pile of soiled clothes that I had collected from around the room.Jill looked. I begin to fuck you faster and harder. your moans are intense and music to my ears! tell me how you are feeling sweetie! talk dirty to me!Stranger: Oh daddy fuck me harder! Don't stop! This feels so good!You: oh yeah baby - that's what I want to hear! i fuck you good and hard and i can tell you are nearing your climax. i want to watch you cum so bad! do u want daddy to cum inside of you or to shoot my hot load on your hot body baby?Stranger: I want it inside me daddyYou: that's all it. I relaxed back into the comfortable easy chair and twisted off the top of my beer. “So tell me about you Greg, you know some things about me, But I know nothing about you,” he said, smiling. “Well, I have my electronics business that I run out of my house. I do pretty well for myself. I love to garden, both flowers and veggies. I’m forty-two and single. I’m still looking for Mr. Right,” I laughed and took another sip of beer. “Hell, me too. I’m always looking for that right man,” he said and. Conservatively dressed . . . you knew better though. Dinner was the same, sexy, casual, eating fine food in a dimly lit corner table for two, your leg gently against mine under the table, a fine bottle of wine to compliment the food next to my chair, ready to fill your glass. Appetizer, main course, fine dessert . . . the wine flowed all night long, draining the stress out of both of us. You gazed in that way that you do from across the table, and I knew where you wanted the evening to go. The.