"I'm never going through a temp agency again," he mumbled to himself as he left the mall.The kid slipped on his nametag, which read in big bold letter... BOBBIE. He scowled at the old man for spelling his name like that, and placed a piece of tape over it so that it just said BOB. Bob then took his place behind the register. "Greet the customers by their first names? What the hell is that old fart smoking?" He reached into his coat pocket, and pulled out a cassette player to listen to as he. He looked at me with wide eyes, I told him I knew he wanted it, I knew it in his eyes.. The lust he had was clear and I was so willing to show him how it really felt.He slowly unzipped his jeans, I swallowed hard, waiting.. Telling him to take out his cock, to show me his cock, he reached his hand in and pulled his meaty cock through the opening, it was more than I could have truly imagined, so thick even when it was flaccid! His foreskin covered the tip and as I got down on my knees in front. ”As she was getting herself dressed, he asked, “How’d you end up out here?”“I was a waitress at the truck stop,” she answered, “and was hitchhiking back to my home in Havana. With gas and tire rationing a lot of people had to hitchhike in those days.”She paused to watch as Sam tried to make sense of what she had just said.After a few moments she gave a slight smile and said, “Yes, it was during the war– October of ’43. There was just a little slip of a moon that Halloween and a light haze hid. I walked over, introducing myself."Hey, I'm Adam." "I'm Johnny."We talked for a bit, discussing what we did for a living and other small talk. I wasn't really paying full attention. I was daydreaming about him fucking my tight hole. "So you wanna come to my place and hang?", Johnny asked."Sure, man."We left the coffee shop and within 10 minutes we were at his place. He gave me tour of his large apartment. He showed me the kitchen, the bathroom with the large tub, and lastly his bedroom. I.