“Like this?” she asked. “My name is Alan and I will be your waiter this evening. Milf sex “Dinner is served, young lady,” I said in an elegant voice. She would often be there when I showed up, usually on the treadmill, swinging dumbbells in her hands energetically as she ran on the treadmill at a fairly rapid pace. I was stunned into complete silence as my mind fumbled for something to say. I complimented her on her talents. “Girl, you are so good at serving me up balls, do you think you can serve me a snack?” I asked. “I guess we just have to try again,” I said as I picked it up and inserted it for her. Once again I missed but grabbed it as we both laughed out loud. I walked over to the kitchen area and looked in the fridge. One day while doing my usual routine on the Universal, I again caught myself sitting there lost in fantasy as E.B.
