I’ve seen you out there too.”“I know you have,” she said with a knowing smile on her face. “What’s yourname?”“Billu,” I said, starin...g at her gorgeous tits.“Mine’s Sarita,” she replied, “We see each other so often down by the pool,we really ought to know each other. You’re working late tonight, aren’tyou, Billu? Mr. Cucci usually brings things up himself when I call thislate.”“No,” I answered, “this is my last delivery. I go home after this.”“Oh?,” Sarita said with a touch of irony in her voice.. The town was all but forgotten when the company that employed my dad decided to move its electronics business into one of the mill buildings. That was twenty-five years ago and my dad still works for the same company. Other companies have followed suit, and that brought more people to our little town, more lawns for Dave to maintain.After two weeks at home, I was becoming bored. The town was smaller than I remembered, and the people who recognized me, while friendly, had nothing in common with. This became a common weekend deal. She was having fun and meeting friends of min.I have to mention what my place is like: It is a 1 bed flat. The bedroom is set up for my son, and I sleep on a futon in the living room. The best feature of this place is the heated floors. They feel awesome on your feet, and often I lay around on the floor with lots of blankets and pillows in front of the tv. One night around St. Pats we got wasted. We walked home from the pub in freezing rain. We were soaked! I. Screaming, groaning, and purring as he eats me out.Shaking and moaning as he puts his fingers into my wet pussy. Screaming his name. Telling him not to stop. I have years worth of pent up orgasms waiting to cum out. All over his fingers and tongue.I want this man to lay on his back as I explore his body with my tongue and hands. I want him to groan my name as I take his cock into my mouth, I want him to gasp at my experience. Taking my head as I suck on his and explore with my hand. As he plays.