What I was staring at was a pair of dirty black leather biker boots with silver accents on the toes and some faded jeans. My blue eyes went wide as th...ey traveled upward, taking in the lean muscular body, the red shirt that was only half-buttoned, the tossled dark hair and brown eyes that blinked in the moonlight. Holy shit, I muttered under my breath. I had seen so many pictures of Ashton Jones during my months of research that I practically had his features memorized. Yet staring at all those. She seemed surprized when I told her that I thought he fancied her, and said that she didn't think that was the case and that he was just being pleasant and talking to the customers. After two more visits my wife told me that she thought I was right, that he did fancy her, and that she thought it sweet that a young man could be interested in a chubby middle aged housewife (she actually has a very curvy figure but it isn't chubby at all).I told her she should flirt a bit with him next time and. I waited until I knew my friend would not be around, then went back to Grandfather’s house. I felt me legs tremble as I got close, so nervous, but I had to see, I had to know. I felt a lump in my throat when I saw him in his drive way. Without a word, he invited me inside. My cock was hard just at the thought of what could happen, just at the idea of sucking his cock and oh yes, please, the thought of him fucking me. I’ve dreamed about feeling his mature cock inside me. I body craved him. I. ” Brindle leaned with one arm over his head, against the doorframe. His presence covered Mary, already doing naughty things to her, deep down inside. Grabbing his wrist she lead him inside and locked the door.Kim saw Mary chatting with the delivery man and then dragging him in the house. She sat up and asked Mary what she was doing.“Brindle is here to lend a hand,” Mary told Kim“Or cock, or mouth. Whatever is necessary,” Brindle added with a smile. The constant hot throb in Mary’s core needed.