It makes me feel a little more comfortable,"I replied. I took a sip of wine and made a decision in my mind. "So, notto be rude, but why did you invite... me over this evening?"Mindy stopped mid sip and Andrea looked over at me, quietly studying fora moment and then smiled. "Why do you think I invited you over?" sheasked."Ah, no fair. You've gotta answer first," I chided."Ok, you caught me again." Andrea and then paused for a moment. "Wouldyou be surprised to know that we find you attractive?"I was. ”“Yes. I think most of it’s gas. I know she hit one cobber who tried to squeeze a melon.”“Hmmm.”“Why?”“I like her. She knows how to work. Bit on the hefty side, but nice lookin’. Think she’d talk to me?”“Why not? You know she’s bin widdered?”“Yeah. I heard. What’s she, around 30?”“A year or two under.”“I’m 35. Bin workin’ since I wuz 16. Here fer nearly 10 years. Mr. Miller sed if’n I get hitched he’d give me thet li’l house near his’n.”“That would be a good deal.”“Waddyu think Janey’d. At first I got a lot of attention, as happens for new profiles, but all of them were either fantasists, versatile, or pic collectors. After a few weeks I almost gave up, when a simple message appeared.“Faggot: If you are genuine send me your mobile number. If not: fuck off!”I looked at the senders profile. It was minimal, with no pics and few words, but for some reason felt genuine. He’d been on the site for a few years, and had a few validations. I’d always been careful and hesitant before. It took no time at all before she started growling so I backed off and said:"On your hands and knees!"She did and there was that beautifully shaped, satin-smooth bottom presented to me in all its glory. Despite my lust, I gazed at it drinking in its loveliness. It was a little pink but there were no hand marks. I knelt to kiss it and paid homage to it for a good five minutes by which time she was in continuous growl. Keeping a hand on her left buttock I started to work her slit. I really.