So I ask her what she does for fun and if she drinks or anything? She tells me I'm not even old enough to drink?? I said damn how old are you? She sai...d guess? I say 20? She says 19, but I will be 20 in 2 months. So she tells me she is staying in a half way house because she is a horine or recovering heroin addict?? So we kept talking and she told me her man got her into it but she relapsed and he didn't and her mother has there c***d. So we go to her interview and she tells me that if I want I. We can talk without having to shout.’ ‘Perfect.’ John smiled. He followed me home, and we passed the next couple hours sitting on my couch drinking beer and talking. We seemed to have a lot in common, with similar tastes in music and books and movies. John seemed genuinely interested in everything I had to say, and I was impressed by his intelligence and sensitivity. He told me he lived alone, his children raised and on their own, his wife gone. ‘Gone?’ I questioned. ‘Yeah. We’re not together. He looked up at her and began stroking her hips and waist. I told you I had something special for today. How do you like this place? Quiet, private, and nice, right? She felt her head nodding and realized she was nothing but his puppet. She then looked down and saw him growing hard already and thought Oh, no, no, no! He made her sit on his lap facing him, her legs spread to both sides, straddling him. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and his hands were resting on her hips. He gently. I told him I had thrush and he was content to just let me give him a blowjob under his desk and let him rub his dick between my tits. One evening though, he was rather inventive. As I was putting away some last minute filing, he approached me from behind, put his arms around me and grabbed my tits. He undid the buttons on my blouse and soon he had my boobs out of my bra and bouncing in his hands. Then I felt the unmistakable hardness of his small cock pressed in to the crack of my arse through.