PAIGE WAS A LITTLE TOO SAUCED FOR MY TASTE

It all starts out with 2 slices of white bread and 2 slices of Provolone cheese with Fresh (our very own homemade mayonnaise) and a Lot Finisher (Lettuce, Onion and Tomatoes).

Begin with 2 bread selections (which can be mixed or matched) along with 2 cheese choices (that can be mixed or matched as well) and your Spread Choice. Then using 8 to 10 slices of pepperoni and your choice of cheeses, we will put your sandwich together exactly the way you like it.

Don’t forget to add one of Our Standard Finishers, plus any additional items that you want from our Extra Items Bar to create a truly remarkable one of a kind sandwich.  

 We take our Basic Pepperoni and Cheese Sandwich or your own Specially Designed Pepperoni and Cheese Sandwich. And grill them open faced style on our flattop until their golden brown and the cheese is melted. Then we assemble your completed sandwich off with a Standard Finisher and the ingredients from our Extra Items Bar that you have specially selected for your one of a kind Sandwich Masterpiece. 

Made with your choice of 3 slices of toasted bread (which can be mixed or matched), 4 slices of cheese (that can be mixed or matched as well) along with your favorite Spread Choice. Then if you want us to Pork It Up or Fowl It Up, we’ll reheat 6 slices of our oven cooked Regular Bacon or Turkey Bacon on the flattop for you.

Or if you want to take a walk on the Wild Side, we will simply Pork Up the upper deck and Fowl Up the lower one especially for you. But either way, we’ll assemble your Pepperoni and Cheese Club Sandwich with your choice of our Standard Finishers plus any additional items you have selected from our Extra Items Bar.  

We take our Basic Pepperoni and Cheese Club Sandwich or your own Specially Designed Pepperoni and Cheese Club Sandwich. And grill them open faced style on our flattop until their golden brown and the cheese is melted.

Then we assemble your completed sandwich off with a Standard Finisher and the ingredients from our Extra Items Bar that you have specially selected for your one of a kind Sandwich Masterpiece.

Fresh – Slowly blended egg whites and EVOO create fresh Homemade Mayonnaise. 

Mayo – Hellmann's Real Mayonnaise.

Real – Kraft Real Mayonnaise.

Whip – Miracle Whip Salad Dressing.

No Fat – Hellmann's Fat Free Mayonnaise.

Free – Kraft Fat Free 1,000 Island Salad Dressing.

Yellow – French’s Yellow Mustard.

Brown – Gulden’s Spicy Brown Mustard.

Dijon – Grey Poupon Dijon Mustard.

Horse – Heinz Premium Horseradish Sauce.

Oil – EVOO (Extra Virgin Olive Oil) mixed with both Red and White Wine Vinegar

I would have never in a million years been out looking for a new girlfriend. Because Polly was perfect, with her long light brown hair that ended at the top of her ass crack, her kiwi-sized tits and hairy pussy. Plus the fact that I just turned thirty one a few days ago and she was still only eighteen.

Polly was almost half my age and still very trainable. And she allowed me to introduce her to frozen grapes or having a carrot stuffed in her ass while we were working. But those were also the only two things that she would let me stick up there, no toys, fingers, my cock or anything else. Not even ice cubes, though she loved to have one or two ice cubes in her pussy before I shoved my dick in and made love to her. Also Polly would occasionally let me fuck her in the ass with a carrot while we were making love doggie style.

But five, maybe even six months ago Polly sent in her application to attend an out of state collage for a degree in Public Affairs. And recently she received her acceptance letter from Boston University in the mail. So Polly would be leaving for Massachusetts in less than a month. 

Plus that tiny little tidbit of information was about to cause our seven month long relationship to come to a screeching halt. Though we still had almost a full month to hammer out some of the finer details of exactly where our relationship was going to go from here. 

You see Polly’s mother Wendy and her father Douglas divorced when she was five years old. And because of their divorce, Douglas moved back to Boston. So in the court ordered separation agreement, Wendy got sole custody during the school year. But Douglas would have custody during summer vacations and all recesses or school breaks.

Then if Polly were ever to attend collage, she had to do it in the state where her father was currently living. And since her mother never petitioned the court to have the order modified, suspended or vacated. Even though Polly was now over eighteen and could basically do as she pleased.

Polly was still more or less still obligated to abide by her parent’s wishes from over a decade ago and attend collage up in Massachusetts. Since that’s was where Douglas grew up and where he was currently living. So she applied to attend Boston University.

For my part, I could always ask my detailer. He’s the sailor in the sky who gets to decide where you go for your next duty station or assignment, for special duty orders to the USS Constitution up in Boston Massachusetts. 

But with my checkered past and military record, I seriously doubt that one captain’s mast for being late to work and two alcohol related incidents would qualify me for such a prestigious and highly visible public assignment.

Plus going from one shore duty station to basically another shore duty station, though it’s classified as a special duty assignment is highly unlikely. Even if I terminated my current orders, so I could accept the new ones. 

It would still be nearly impossible that I would get a transfer. But as the old saying goes, nothing ventured is nothing gained. So I made the telephone call and instantly got rejected.

And since Douglas and Wendy along with Polly saved up a lot of cash for her collage tuition, along with some grant money and a little tuition assistance. She almost had enough to pay for a full four year ride in Boston.

So I couldn’t blame Polly for being excited about going. Even though I would be sad about her departure and our last option was to try and maintain a long distance relationship.

And I would love to have Polly waiting for my plane to arrive once a month at the Boston airport. With a freshly pealed carrot stuffed in her ass and the greens sticking out from underneath whatever dress she decided to wear. Or even with Polly’s ass packed full of frozen grapes, only to have them melt with her internal body heat while she waited for me. 

Then if she just so happened to bring a blunt nosed carrot with her, one with the pointy end cut off. I could fuck her grape filled ass with it, and once a month we could make some of our homemade and freshly fucked gape-juice. 

Although I was usually the one sliding the carrot in and out of Polly ass, or popping frozen grapes in. But if Polly couldn’t do that before I arrived, I would certainly make sure that she dropped me off that way every time I left. Then again, I could always ask Polly to bring the jar of Peter Pan peanut butter and some bread with her.

This way she could simply recreate her version of a fluffer-nutter sandwich right there in the airport. And that sandwich Polly just referred to as a busted-nutter, because it was made with peanut butter covered with my fresh cum instead of marshmallow fluff.

But I decided to just leave the long distance option up to Polly. And if she was willing to give it a try, so was I. Plus in a little over to month’s or a month after she was scheduled to leave. Polly was going to be turning nineteen. And since she loved to be spanked, I wanted to be there to give her those nineteen lashes with my open palm. Then a pinch before I shoved every inch of my dick inside her ice cube laced pussy. And I started pulling her long silky light brown hair with my other hand.

Because Polly liked having her hair pulled while being called a cunt, slut, bitch or a whore. I would certainly do that for her too. Especially when she was getting fucked with a long slender vegetable, a piece of curved yellow fruit or simply my dick. But all of those good times were now long gone. Because Polly called an end to our long distance relationship experiment two weeks after she left.

Also a few weeks before Polly received her acceptance letter from Boston University. Paige became a regular at the bar. 

Except that she preferred to spend most of her time here in the bowling instead of in the bar. And because of this, either Polly, my personal favorite waitress, Debra, Audrey, Lisa or Amy would frequently swing by to see if Paige needed anything.

Paige was about five feet six or seven inches tall ad tipped the scale at around 140 or 150 pounds. She had dark brown shoulder length hair with matching brown eyes. Paige also appeared to have firm set of apple-sized breasts. She was also a single mom and recent divorcee of less than three months. And was bar hopping to try and drown her sorrows until she discovered that Polly worked here.

Since Polly went to school with her daughter Sarah, who was also still living at home and recently turned eighteen herself. Paige decided to drown all of her sorrows here instead of just bouncing around town from bar to bar, like she did before. Plus they lived in an apartment complex that was easily within walking distance or stumbling distance to the base, the bar and the bowling alley.

Then since Paige would stay until after last call, she basically closed the bar, especially when Polly was working. And when we felt that she was too drunk to driver herself home, which was every night. One of us would simply give her a ride while the other one drove her car and dropped it off in the parking lot for her.

 
Polly and I decided to do this mainly because I felt like Paige was a kindred spirit. And that I had to pay it forward, since after my divorce with Suzan I was in Paige’s shoes once. And many years ago Lance, Lilly and Helen pulled me out of the gin bottle that I was living in on a daily basis. 

And since Polly also came from a broken home, she knew what both Paige and Sarah were going through; even though Sarah was much older than Polly was when her parents split up. Plus Paige was also trying to get her daughter a job as a waitress at the bar, but they still weren’t currently hiring.

Sarah was still going to school to become a bartender. Which I felt was a bad combination, especially when your mother was a card carrying alcoholic and had to be driven home almost every night.  Or to be more precise driven home early in the mornings.

And more often then not, because Polly and I were on different schedules, we usually had to drive both cars in to work. Then we would simply drive back to the bowling ally to pick up our second car before finally heading home ourselves.

Plus during the last few months before Polly headed off to Boston, it seemed like Paige was there every night whether Polly was working or not. And when Paige was there, Polly and I couldn’t partake in our normal closing the bowling alley activities. And we had to save me licking, kissing or nibbling on some of her body parts. Or me just fucking her with whatever she brought out of the kitchen, until we finally got home.

And we also had to curtail or postpone some of our normal driving home festivities until after we finished dropping Paige off at her apartment complex. And those usually consisted of Polly giving me a hand job while I was driving, or with me watching her fuck herself with a cucumber, carrot, banana or a few stalks of celery while she was driving.

And on the rare occasion when Polly wasn’t hogging all of my freshly turned or pulled cream for herself, she would full the inside of her slightly used celery stalks with it. Or Polly would make us a homemade banana cream pie out the smashed up banana that she just finished fucking herself with and some of my fresh cream too.

Then after we got home Polly and I would simply dine on our combined DNA seasoned vegetables or the smashed fruit pie she made. And on even fewer occasions, Polly would just give me a normal blow job on our way home. 

But just like back in Eve’s days. That sport became ten times more dangerous with ice and snow on the road from the brutal Rhode Island winters. So I’m glad that we only tempted fate twice and both lived to tell the tale.

It was around two weeks before Polly was scheduled to fly to Boston and she wasn’t working that night either. When I saw that Paige was once again in no condition to driver herself home and I offered to give her a lift. So I quickly did my nightly cleanup and walked her out to my car.

And when we arrived at her apartment complex, Paige asked. “Larry, could you please walk me up to my apartment?”

Not really knowing where this was coming from, because we, meaning Polly or myself, have never walked Paige up to her apartment before. So I reluctantly replied, “If you insist.”

As we got in the elevator, Paige pressed the button to the tenth floor. Then almost as soon as the doors closed, Paige started taking her clothes off. And within a few floors she had stripped down to her panties and bra.

Now I wouldn’t be telling you guys the truth, if I said that I wasn’t interested. Because I instantly got a boner the moment her slacks hit the floor, and I saw a bunch of Paige’s dark brown pussy whiskers peeking out from around the edges of her light pink bikini cut panties.

Then as Paige removed her blouse, she was wearing a matching half bra that clearly exposed her dark brown areolas and lighter colored nipples. But the bra also enhanced her lovely apple-sized tarts.

As her quarter sized areolas and thick pencil eraser shaped nipples all peered out over the top of it. And the stems of Paige’s apples were begging me to pinch them, squeeze them, twist and lick them or to just nibble on them. 

And at the same time, there was a clear budge protruding in the front of my kaki colored pants, as the thin layer of material tried to keep my hard on at bay. Then once Paige started sliding her panties over her ass cheeks, I started to protest by saying. “What if one of your neighbors sees you like this?”

And once Paige’s panties cleared her hips, I continued by asking. “What if the elevator stops on another floor, what are you going to do then?”

But before her panties made it down past her knees, my jaw suddenly hit the floor and I stopped protesting altogether. Because hidden under those light pink panties was Paige’s thick dark brown tangle of pussy hair, that instantly reminded me of Iris’s twat covering. And how Iris would let me harvest a dozen of her pussy whiskers whenever she felt that I was a good boy and deserved a special reward.

As I wondered if Paige would allow me to use a pair of tweezers and cuticle scissors to collect her pussy hairs too, just like Iris once did. Come to mention it, I lost track of my twat hair collection long ago. And for all I know, I could have left it behind up in Great Lakes Illinois in my mad dash to find and see Sheri again down in Grove City Ohio.

Or since I usually kept them on ice in the step cooler of my bright orange neon sign shaped like a Ford E100 Econoline van. And for all I know, right now, they could be in Allen’s hot little hands. 

And yes, he is the very same Allen. And one-half of the Doug and Allen tag team that Colleen cheated on me with. But I still sold him my old van for buck or a single dollar. When I left the ship in Bath Maine and drove down to Rhode Island here in my new dull grey colored one.

But by the time the elevator made it up to the eighth floor, Paige was standing right in front of me completely naked. And for the last two floors up I got an eye full of her fully exposed body.

And to be quite honest with all of you reading this, it took every ounce of courage that I could muster. Not to drop down to both knees and let Paige mustache ride my tongue for those last two floors of our journey upwards.

But all I could think about at the time was Fay’s months of training when she exposed her naked body to me for the first time. And her two stupid rules, which were, rule #1, you can’t touch me. And rule #2, you can’t get any of your cum on me.

And every time since the first, when Fay showed me all of her freckled alabaster flesh, or just a small part of it. It would take every ounce of courage that I could muster, just to keep my hands, tongue and lips off Fay’s naked body.

But here and now, it was even harder. Because Paige and I were in a tiny elevator and it’s been a long time since I was able to sink my teeth into a bush as hairy as Paige’s was. And that was when I left Iris high and dry back in Virginia, because she lied to me the day that we started dating. 

Plus just like Paige today, Fay was the last older woman, who I wasn’t fucking. That stood naked in front of me. And that was back when I was seventeen years old and still a virgin.

But once we finally reached the tenth floor and the doors opened, Paige ran out into the hallway leaving all her clothes and other possessions behind. 

Anyway, it has been over two weeks since I gave Polly a ride to the airport and she gave me a normal blowjob along the way. Plus I also haven’t seen Paige hanging around the bowling or the bar for the past ten days or so either. And I guess that absence does make the heart grow fonder, because I really did miss seeing Paige and occasionally offering her a ride home.

But ever since Polly flew out of Providence on her way to Boston, I have been jerking off to the fond memory of Paige getting undressed for me in that elevator. And it was on the only day that I walked her up to her apartment. Plus, I’m not just talking about once or twice a day either. Sometimes it’s been four or five times and not only while I’m at home either, has it also been at both jobs too.

I’ve even dreamt about fucking Paige’s pussy with a stick of pepperoni while I was licking and sucking on her clit at the same time. And I also had this dream that we were right in the middle of a boy on top sixty-nine position. When Sarah came home and caught us. Then she stripped down to her birthday suit as well before joining us.

But instead she started to fuck my ass with that stick of pepperoni. Then Sarah forced me deep throat it afterwards and made me clean all of my shit off it too. After that, Sarah used it as a double ended dildo to fuck me and her mother in the ass at the same time with it. Only to force me to deep throat it, suck and lick both ends of it clean again.

Then late on a Friday night, Paige strolled in. But the closer she got, Paige started looking pretty banged up with a few scars still visible on her face. So I rushed over and asked. “What happened? Are you alright? Do you need any help? Can I get you anything?”

Giggling slightly, Paige simply said. “Larry, I’m ok but I wrecked my car a few days ago and had to go into rehab. I really wanted to see Polly before she left, but they wouldn’t let me out. And can you get me a beer please?”

So as I quickly started doing the math and thinking to my self, I silently said. “Polly left over two weeks ago, so you had to wreck your car two weeks and a few days ago instead. So you’ve probably been in rehab for at least twenty-one days.”

Then as I remembered my rehab days, back to when I finished the Navy Alcohol and Substance Course, we all headed straight for the closest bar to celebrate our success in passing the class. Now using my outside voice, I simply said. “Sure, and it’s on me too.”

After slowly walking Paige over to her usual table, I went in the bar and ordered her a drink before going back to work. Then for the rest of the evening, when I wasn’t doing anything else, I sat down at Paige’s table and we chatted away. Other then filling her in on some of the stuff that’s been going on around here, I also filled Paige in some of the stuff that Polly and I were doing before she left. I just left out the fact that Polly and I used food as sex toys and that we sliced and diced those toys up afterwards and ate them.

Plus that’s when I discovered that tomorrow was Paige’s forty-forth birthday, so I simply said. “Then I’ll bring you a cake so we celebrate.”

Giggling again, as Paige put her hand on mine before saying. “Larry, I would like that very much.”

Now with that said, I quickly replied. “Then it’s a date.”

As closing time drew near and because of the nightly clean-up stuff, I wasn’t able to spend as much time with Paige as I would have liked. But I did offer to give her a ride home, if she liked. As she gratefully accepted my offer for a lift. Paige softly put her hand on mine again before she said. “Thank you Larry, I appreciate your kind offer.”

Then during our ride to Paige’s apartment, she kept her hand on my leg. And with the instant body heat exchange from that slight contact, my dick quickly grew into a full fledged hard-on. When we arrived, Paige and I just sat there talking for a few extra minutes. Before she finally leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and said. “Goodnight.”

And before leaving the parking lot, I seriously thought about jerking off right here again. But I quickly dismissed that idea, because I’ve already done it twice. And I didn’t want to spoil or taint that memory by doing so again. Anyway, I decided to simply wait until I got home before I jerked off.

On my way out of the parking lot, mostly because it was way too late to pick up a cake tonight, I also decided to do it in that in the morning instead. Then after I got home and because still had the same boner that Paige left me with. There was no sleeping for Larry at least for a while yet, all because Paige’s hand on my leg made me so dam horny.

So I opened the fridge and took out my last carrot before grabbing the jar of Peter Pan off the counter. And that was exactly where Poly left it. So I deliberately left it there, out in the open instead of hiding it away in the cupboard. And this way, it would constantly remind me about Polly.

I also hoped that it would help distract me from thinking about Paige’s hairy pussy all the time. But just like Rocky the squirrel kept telling Bullwinkle the moose, whenever he tried to pull a rabbit out of a hat. “That trick never works.” And it didn’t stop me from thinking about Paige’s hairy twat either.

Anyway, while I was lying on the kitchen floor, I fucked myself in the ass with the carrot while jerking off in a fist full of peanut butter. Then about thirty minutes or so later, I had just finished giving myself a second messy hand job. So with the carrot still in my ass, I hit the shower to clean up before going off to bed.

And the only problem with that was, I had to move Polly’s and my inflatable pool out of the shower first. But instead, just seeing our pool quickly reminded me of all the fucking and sucking that Polly and I did in that pool. So I simply decided to keep the pool in the shower with me and just jerked off all over it instead.

Then once I finished cleaning both me and to pool off and with the carrot still in my ass, I threw on a pair of joggers and put the pool outside to dry. And a few hours later, I woke up with a piss filed boner. And my jogging pants down around my ankles and my hand firmly wrapped around the shaft again.

Plus that’s also when I discovered that I had fallen asleep with the carrot still in my ass, just like Polly and I have done so many times while we were dating. So I continued to lie in bed as I jerked of a fourth time since I saw Paige last night and dropped her off at her apartment earlier this morning.

As about ten or fifteen minutes passed and after I busted a nut all over myself. I finally rolled out of bed to take a piss and to clean up. But before that, I pulled my jogging pants back up and went outside to pull out the three plugs on the pool. Now with all three rings slowly deflating, I went back inside my apartment and got naked. Then while I was in the shower again, I decided not to try and pull the carrot out, just yet.

As I thought, “Why not just leave it there for a few more hours, so when I go out shopping for Paige’s birthday cake it will still be shoved in my ass. And that would also be a wonderful way to run into April, naturally if I actually did see her again. I could always ask her it she wanted to play with my twin carrots. One flesh colored and the other one still somewhat naturally orange in color.”

And when I woke up again around ten in the morning, that’s exactly what I did. As I quickly threw on another pair of jogging pants and a clean t-shirt before heading out the door. Which in hind sight, turned out to be a pretty good idea. Because when I walked through the produce aisle and in the process of getting to the bakery section, it gave me this huge boner.

But because it was too late to order a special cake for Paige today and I wouldn’t be able to pick it up until tomorrow morning. I bent down to look at the selection of already made cakes on display inside the case. Then I asked the older lady named Lauri who was waiting on me at the time. “Which cakes had butter crème frosting?”

Lauri also bent down and pointed, before she said. “We only have one and it’s the plain three-layer chocolate cake right here.” As I got an almost unobstructed view right down the middle of Lauri’s large and pale white breasts. I mean that I saw almost as much of them as Sarah was exposing the night I brought her mother upstairs.

Trying to forget what I saw moments ago, I quickly stood up before simply replying. “I’ll take it.” But it was way too late and much harder, no pun intended, for my little brain to forget.

Lauri appeared to be in her mid to late fifties with a lot more salt in her dark brown hair then pepper. But I couldn’t get and approximate length of it, because it looked to be very hastily pinned up. And man, I really dig a chick who wears her hair that way, especially if she’s only doing it for my sexual pleasure.

Lauri also looked to be around five foot four or five inches tall and about 140 or 150 pounds. Lauri had brown eyes and a very floppy set of grapefruit-sized cans underneath her multi-colored apron. But when I heard Lauri suddenly say, “Oops.”

I quickly bent back down and saw that my jogging pants were fully tented because my cock was sticking straight out in front of me. Guessing that she saw the pickle I was in, or to be more precise. Lauri saw the firm pickle in my pants. 

And not wanting to spoil her excitement for the day or for that matter, her only excitement for the entire month. I stood up again while turning slightly sideways and gave Lauri a much better profile view of my tented pants before asking. “How long will it take for someone to put Happy Birthday Paige and some fancy purple, pink or green piping on it?” 

After a long pause and with her head still in the display case, Lauri finally replied. “About thirty minutes to an hour sir. And I will even do it myself if I have to.”

Speaking of which and quickly thinking to myself, I said. “If this was only Polly’s cake instead of Paige’s, I might ask you to use my own flesh colored frosting tube to add the piping. Because I know that Polly would certainly appreciate all the extra effort and the fresh cum that I put into her butter crème frosted three-layer chocolate birthday cake.”

But after continuing to give Lauri a profile view of the excitement going on inside my jogging pants, I just said. “I’ll come back later to pick it up, and my name is Larry.”

As I took my time shopping and because I was single again, I still had hopes of running into April somewhere here in the Bristol and Warren area. I even ran back through the produce aisle a few more times, every time I felt my hard-on starting to go away or shrink. Just to recharge it, in case Lauri was keeping her eye on me or if I finally ran into April.

Even though Polly wasn’t in the picture anymore and in her honor, I took my sweet old time. Because when Polly was with me, we handled a lot of fruit and vegetables, before picking out the toys to play with. Plus Polly still reminded of a younger version of April. Although Polly was only just a few years younger than April was.

But when Polly braided her hair in pigtails, not only did I get stuff her ass with frozen grapes and I blunt nosed carrot. I made sure that I put those pigtails right between her kiwi-sized breasts while I fucked Polly missionary style. Because that’s the way April wore her hair the first day I saw her standing behind the check in desk at the hotel where I stayed.

Or I would use Polly’s long braids as rains in one hand, whenever I rode her doggie style. And I played with her tail made up of the carrot greens sticking out of Polly’s grape and carrot stuffed ass. But as I walked through the aisle today, I still fondled or caressed a bunch of carrots on my first pass.

And it was the celery on my second trip, followed by some bananas on my third pass. Then it was cucumbers, one at a time during my fourth through eight slow walk down the aisle. And on my ninth trip, I picked up a bag of seedless white grapes. Then on my tenth and final stroll down the aisle, I grabbed a bag of red ones for my freezer. Or maybe sometime later, my own ass in Polly honor. 

But between each of the ten trips, as I kept my hand on at least one of the items, as I thought about what Polly would be doing with these if she were still around today. Plus I also picked up that stick of pepperoni that I’ve been dreaming about so much lately, just in case. Along with some other assorted grocery items too.

Then after forth-five minutes or so passed, my boner led the way back to the bakery section to check on the progress of my cake and to show the older woman that I still had a perfect tent pitched for her. With a firm pole still centered inside my jogging pants.

Once Lauri saw me approaching the counter, the woman quickly scampered into the back and returned with a box in her hand. Then she walked around to the front of the counter and set it down on a table next to the display case. And after briefly looking at my rigid pole, she opened the box, before looking into my eyes and saying. “Larry, I had the baker use all three colors on your cake as you can see here. Lacy used one color for each of the three words and all three again around the edges too.”

After nodding my head in approval, she very slowly closed the lid on the box while Lauri was staring right at my crotch again. Then she said. “Larry, if you can wait here for another moment, I’ll get your receipt ready for the cashier.

As I stared at Lauri’s ass while she turned to fill out my receipt, I wasn’t really sure which lady was older. Because looks can always be deceiving and girls sometimes lie about their age. Because they want to be older when their young and appear younger when their old.

But so far, between Lois a cashier in Norfolk Virginia, Anna a waitress in Grove City Ohio or Lauri here in Bristol Rhode Island, only Lois saw my boner in the raw. While the other two only caught a tented view of it, unless of course you toss Paige into the mix, because she also got a bird’s eye of my hard-on in the flesh. Now as to which one of the four ladies was actually older. I may never know the true answer to that little riddle.

Anyway, I guess that Lauri liked what she saw, because on the back of that receipt was her name, address and phone number. And with my cake receipt in hand, along with a potential new lady friend with benefits. I made my way through the checkout line and parking lot still with no sign of April anywhere.