“Hundred bucks.”“That’s a little steep,” she said.“Well, like I said, I don’t want to sell it.”She pursed her lips for a moment. “H...mm... What about sixty?”I shook my head. “Sorry, that’s barely more than I paid for it. Honestly, I don’t know that I’d take the hundred. I really need to get home.”She reached out and grabbed my arm. “Wait.” Her voice then quieted, and she asked, “What about sixty and I’ll show you my boobs?”That caught me off-guard. “Are you serious?” I asked.She gave me a. "God. I want to do this more than anything. Believe me. I really want you. In the worst way," I said.Jessica looked at me, and said, "I understand. I know it's a trust thing. So, I guess, maybe if you want to just fool around a bit, and do whatever you want? We can kinda figure it out?" Well yes, that would be okay," I said. We moved over towards the bed, naked, and started kissing. She had her hands around me, and was pushing against my naked butt. I was standing there, and my dick was pushing. I worked him literally as hard as he could be worked, I was impressed how well he did, seriously! I would have loved to keep using him for this all night, just making him fuck me exactly like that all night long over and over, but he was sleepy from all that cum release. So I let him take a quick nap which bored me and i got up to walk my dog, which was his cue for him to get out of here.. which he did. I lost his name and email, his phone number in the shuffle of the other notes I had tried. He was not one for work. No father present: That one had scuttled off to the West Coast years before, but not without responsibility. His wife and son, the latter questionable, were well cared for by a thick montly check. Robert in many ways resembled the son, the hanger on, as he had been a hanger-on himself, a doughy, auburn-locked demi-orphan raised by a doting mum and dotinger aunts, aged fourty-seven. His English accent had been dulled by years of American television and the awfully.