"Gail," he suddenly asked. "What were you doing before coming to work here?"
"I was living on a farm with my parents," she smiled.
"Why did you leave?"
"I ran away from home," she giggled. "When my old man found out I was fuckin' most of the guys around there, he wanted me to put out for him so I split."
"How long have you been here in town?" he asked.
"About a week," was the pretty girl's answer.
"Where are you living?"
"At the Y.W.C.A.," she grinned. "Do you like it there?" asked Martin.
"Not really, but it's clean and cheap," she replied.
"Gail," he whispered after a short pause, "would you let me rent you a nice apartment?"
"What's the catch?" asked the girl.
"None. I'll pay for your rent and living expenses, and in return for that," he explained, "I'll drop over occasionally in the evenings."
"Will you fuck me when you come over?"
"That's what I had in mind."
"Will you fuck me lots and lots?" she excitedly asked.
"Yes, darling," smiled Martin. "Lots and lots."
"Good," she beamed. "Then you've got yourself the horniest mistress in town."
CHAPTER THREE
While Martin was at the store fucking his rampaging cock into the stock girl's teenaged pussy, his wife was at home nervously awaiting the arrival of the lover she hadn't seen in eighteen years. Knowing that she wanted to feel Michael's prick in her cunt once more, she was wearing a sheer negligee that was open down the front and held together with nothing but a sash. Appraising herself in front of a full length mirror, she was pleased with the creamy fullness of her big tits that were so deliciously displayed in the gown that only barely covered her desire-swollen nipples.
The beautiful woman was more than pleased at the vibrant image in the mirror. At thirty-three, the big-titted woman had the figure of a teenager, and there wasn't a single line or wrinkle around the violet eyes that were peeking out so provocatively from beneath the jet-black bangs of her page boy hair style. Her flawless complexion and rich full lips only added to her sensuality.