Dancing is a good way to get out and meet people, I know. Provided it’s the right ‘people’. I never finished the beginner’s course there, it w...uld be good to at least do that. Like I said, I’ll think about it.’ ‘Okay, sweetheart. I’ll speak to you tomorrow. Bye!’ – – – – – – – – – – It was now a week since Stan had effectively ‘passed over’ the project to Denise. Of course, that didn’t mean that he didn’t still have to work with her on it. They met to discuss the project once again Thursday. I had to park my truck underground. This, ended up being my saving grace. As I walked up to some apartments with packages, I thought about just hanging in my truck in the underground parking after and see what happens next. On my third package, the woman who answered the door was just amazingly gorgeous. I had to think about why I was there for a minute, stumbling on my words. She actually giggled at me and asked if I was okay. Now normally, I wouldn't be so blunt, but for some reason, I just. "T-Think I'm stupid, like you? Just because I can't see, Silk... don't ever get any crazy ideas." Awwww, come on Boss. You know me better than that," the pitted faced one replied, half-smiling as he watched the voluptuous blonde sucking at the handsome blind-man's heavy cock with obvious desire. He saw her small white hands weighing his big, muscular employer's bloating balls with unashamed lust as she bobbed her head up and down over his prick. Her lush tits swayed beneath her excitingly, and. ’ The minister looked out over the sea of faces. The Chapel of Rest was full to bursting and, raising his eyes further he could see that out in the courtyard there were more huddled figures, despite the fine rain that had been falling all morning, the kind of rain that settles in a soft mist and seeps through to your very soul. This man must have been popular. He hadn’t known him, not at all. There had been a time when he had known them all, at least by reputation if not personally, but the.