Anyway, you’ve got nice tits too. Or, I imagine you have, cos I haven’t seen them recently.Yet? That’s sweet of you. Do you really mean it? Not ...just saying it? Recently? My tits I mean.Of course I mean it. I did see yours once. Have you touched Mel’s tits?Nooooo! When was that? When did you see my tits?Hmmmmm, a couple of years ago. They were only just sprouting. Bumps. Mostly nipple. I thought they were kinda cute; still are.Really? I didn’t know that. Cute eh? They’re still a bit small yet. A woman of maybe 40 years, but looked good.-hey, you have to be the cohabitant. I just moved in here and met the other boy, is he at home? she says-nice to meet you. He sleeps, is it important? I say-No, just give him this one, she says, pulling out his boxer from behind her back. -What? what happened, I ask.-Well, he helped me, got a boner, so I helped him with a quick one on the couch. no more.Yes, that's his way of greeting.She says bye, and goes into her apartment. I go into the bedroom and. ‘You know what you want?’ she asked. Miles looked up and at Ana. ‘Do you need a minute?’ ‘No, if you go first.’ She eyed the short menu. It was standard diner fare, burgers, sandwiches, and entrees like meatloaf, chicken and dumplings. ‘What you want, honey?’ the waitress addressed Miles. She was slim, late 20s, with a mass of long curly hair tied back in a thick ponytail. ‘Cheeseburger, fries. And a glass of water.’ ‘The usual,’ she said writing on a pad. ‘Now you can’t tell me you eat like. She was what had been a skinny blond with a big ass just a few months ago, but who was now a kick ass MMA fighter.Janet looked at the bartender smiled and asked, “Are all your customer such Red Neck dumb asses?”“I’m staying out of this,” the bartender answered moving away from us.“You know old man, you should teach your daughter some manners. Hell, maybe I’ll teach her some,” he said standing.“Dumb ass move,” was my reply. When she moved toward him. Janet gave a short, but hard jab to the.