" she said. "Is the car fixed?" I nodded. "How much, will twenty quid do?" she asked "Yes that's fine." I replied. Hazel, now with the large towel wra...pped around her, she reached over to the hall table where her bag was, she picked it up, while trying to hold the towel with one hand and open the bag with the other, but her grip on the towel gave way. She managed to catch it but not until it had slipped down to her waist. I got a good look at her tits before she grabbed the towel and covered up. “”Nip... Nipples,” she stuttered. His tongue lashed out, flicking up and down each nipple. Greedily sucking each nipple into his mouth, clenching that hard nub between his teeth.Grinning, he left her panting. He knew she could hear him in the restroom getting ready for his day. Shower done, teeth brushed the only thing left was to get dressed and piss. She listened as the toilet flushed. He appeared her side instantaneously, rubbing his cock head against her lips. “Be a good girl, suck gently!. The knocking was becoming even more insistent as she crossed the room. Anxious to not have Patricia disturbed she yanked the door open with her fingers to her lips to shush the intruder. Her demand for silence died on her lips as she felt the air knocked out of her. She looked up into the face of the man who had haunted her dreams for more than a year. *** Maxwell pulled into the familiar parking spot in the underground garage of the apartment complex. There was Matthew’s beat up Volvo. At. This one is not mine, but one of the ladies who have told me about the incident happened in her life and requested me to narrate it for all of you as she cannot write it properly. Well cutting all this straight into the story. I am a milkman usually go around in the morning and wake up all those beautiful ladies to pick up the milk. Ah! it is so good to see early in the morning all those ladies with scantily clad clothes or trying to adjust their pallus. It is also very good to see sometimes.