If you insist.If you insist..." "Okay, okay. Jesus, don't get so upset. I don't understand you sometimes. It's okay if I fuck the hell out of some guy in the next room while you watch through your little peephole, but God forbid he should stay the night. No big deal. I'll go to his place. Don't sweat it. I haven't broken my word yet. I just can't understand why you get all upset over a little fucking. I don't complain when you do it with other women." "Heather, please. We've had this understanding for seven years now. I accept your need for cocks even if I don't understand it. And you accept my occasional need for other women. I just won't have men staying here over night. The set up worked well for both of us. Please don't ruin it now." "Okay, like I said, don't sweat it. I'll go over to Collin's tonight, and I'll see you tomorrow at work. Just make sure you get the old cunt to pay big bucks for what's she's getting." Heather gave Maria a parting slap on her behind and left the room. Maria watched her leave. God, what a body, she mused. Maria moved to stand in front of the mirror. Well, she wasn't that bad herself. Who would think that she was 39, practically 40. She ran her hands across her flat stomach. Her breasts were large and sagged a bit. But they had been like that since she was a teenager. The way men had always reacted to her large breasts had made her feel sick. They had tried on every occasion to grab a feel, a kiss, a fuck. Just because she had big tits and a nice ass, they thought she was just dying to spread her legs and hop into bed with them. |