Granny had actually advertised for a live-in companion, but, in desperation to find somewhere to live, I answered the ad' and found the address to be ...that of a large house in very large grounds on the edge of the city, almost completely surrounded by fields and woods. She was about sixty years old, 5'8" tall, shapely, lovely legs and very well groomed.She looked at me for a while then asked me in for coffee and a chat during which I must have passed some sort of test as she eventually said that. He knew what to do and he did it good and well. I was crazy and the boy kept talking to me and telling me how tasty I looked and how deep inside my belly he had his hands. Bobby was taking me to madness and to another guilty orgasm. I got you Tisha, now youre mine and Ill fuck you. He threatened me Give me another one of your orgasms, squirt on me, give me your rain and your juices. It was not difficult to find the point inside my vagina that his knuckles grazed and opened the floodgates of my. "I'm good. Fuck... I mean damn... you look great Cass," Paul shouted over the throbbing beat of the DJs latest selection, Nasty Girl."How appropriate", Cassie thought to herself and started smiling a wicked grin."Thanks..."she shouted back over the bar. "How much do I owe you?" she asked her heart racing at the prospect of seeing her high school crush and actually talking to him."It's on the house" Paul replied despite the disapproving looks from the lead bar tender."Well... then thanks again",. Katrina Wozniak, an older Ukrainian lady. Mrs. W. was a frumpy, lumpy old redhead, with a wide ass and a prominent boob shelf jutting from the shapeless sack dresses she wore. To my nineteen year old self, she seemed ancient, although I suppose she was somewhere in her late fifties to early sixties.My room was on the third floor of the old house, sort of an attic under the roof with sloping ceiling and two dormer windows. There were two overseas grad students on the second floor, who I rarely.