After I moved here, I needed a job and saw the sign in the window, so I applied and got it. I’ll work here at the diner till I find a better job more suited to my education.” “That’s great,” I told her, “My name is Steve Jamison, I own a ranch just outside of town. It’s a real pleasure to meet you Jill. Who is your friend here in town?” “While I was in college, I roomed with Jill Roberts. She and I became good friends and it has lasted for a lot of years. I used to spend a lot of time down here, I’m surprised I haven’t met you.” “What a small world. The Roberts family have been friends of mine for decades. I’m surprised I’ve never seen you before, and I would have remembered a beautiful woman like you.” Jill blushed a beautiful shade of red and looked at the floor smiling. She looked back up at me and said, “And I surely would have remembered such a handsome man as you.” Jill fidgeted with the order pad she was holding and smiled a coy little smile at me. “I’ll get this order in and bring you your beer….be right back.” I watched Jill as she walked away. I imagined she was probably between 35 and 40. I admired her body in the waitress outfit Maggie furnished all her waitresses. It fit her perfectly, clinging to every curve. She has a huge rack, man would I like to get my hands on those…….wow. The fact that she was good friends with Jen did enter my mind. I sure wouldn’t want Jen to get pissed off, I enjoy being with her too much. I suppose I should cool it with Jill so as not to mess blowjob up my relationship with her. Jill returned with my beer and poured it into the glass for me. She smiled as she handed it to me. “You know, now that I think about it, Jen has mentioned you. After I moved here, we were together over at Bealls as you walked by on the street.” As I watched you walk by, she said to me, “There goes a fine specimen of the men here, Jill, what do you think?” His words struck and she lifted her leg up. You can even sleep with her, if she'll let you. “Okay, I’ll just go and look for my cheque book.” I reach down to rub your shoulders as you suck my hardening cock. Before she could assess what he was up to, he was all over her. “Is it still in a tin under the flat rock at the corner of the house?” Vickie smiled and told her it is. “Vickie, same goes for me.” I started. I told you about some of them in my emails and I started to tell you about the last day. “Hunting?” Is she an undercover cop or something. He fulfilled my order and kissed my neck and shoulder several times. Couldn't get the image of my wife, Laura, out of my head. It was so great to see them get along. It was built in a U shape similar to the palace of Versailles in France. Her breasts glistened, as did her pussy, and she said “Eat my pussy, Michael!” And suddenly, all he saw was blowjob black.