Hello Mr. Robinson

Tommy Robinson and Cassie Hall were at the nicest steakhouse in town. Cassie, a 5'10 redhead with alabaster skin, was nervous. Very, very nervous. She was strikingly different than her sister. Taller, more voluptuous with 36EE breasts. She had thick hips meant for breeding, and a large ass. She had a well trimmed bush that matched the drapes. A lot of people thought that perhaps she and Carrie had different fathers. She was only 19, and the man she was with was 57 -- three times her age.

She bit her lip, looking at the tall, older black man her sister had set her up with. He had white hair, trimmed close with a buzz cut. He was muscular from years of work as a professional athlete and in the construction industry, where he'd turned his business from a small operation to one of the largest in the state. He was political, and something in the back of her head thought Carrie might have a political motive for moving these two chess pieces to their present arrangement.

"How's your salad?" Tommy asked. He was also nervous. He was well-aware that there wasn't a generation gap here, there was a generational gulf. She was a sophomore in college, and he'd been through a couple of different careers now. But he'd earned this. A lifetime of sweat and toil, marrying the beautiful Harriet Robinson, and then a lifetime of frustration and denial after they learned she was barren. But he stuck with her. He was loyal. He'd earned this.

"Oh, like, it's good. I've never been to a place this nice. Do you come here often?" Tommy smiled gallantly.

"I built this place, actually. Summer of 2003." He winced.

"Oh, like before I was born?" She giggled. Yeah. Generational gulf, he thought. He ordered another whiskey.

Notwithstanding the gulf, there was a strong sexual tension between them. She was there because she'd like John's big old dick. And he wanted the renewal that Carrie had brought to John. After dinner, they were kissing hungrily on the hood of his Lexus, like teenagers.

"Mmmm, going to fuck this sweet pussy?" Cassie cooed into his ears. Tommy didn't need another invitation. They sped back to his place, her rubbing his cock insistently the entire way. This is what she wanted. A man who knew his place, knew his way, and knew the role he wanted his woman to have.

They got back to his mansion, the largest in town. There were no pleasantries, no grand tour. They dashed upstairs, stripping along the way, her bra ending up on the staircase, his trousers caught on the stairway landing. She looked him over. Hairy fuck, just like Carrie's Daddy. Except white hair, not gray. Big thick nine inch fuckmeat, with breeding balls. A touch larger than Carrie's Daddy, and perhaps a little thinner. She licked her lips, kneeling before him. She kissed his feet first. His cock twitched. Harriet had never done that for him. She kissed up to his knees, licking his thighs, tasting his ass and balls, looking up at him with her big pretty blue eyes.

"Fuck," he moaned, reaching down to squeeze her large, pale tits, tweaking her light pink nipples. "Suck my cock, sugartits." It was a fitting nickname. Cassie moaned with approval, as she wrapped her lips around his cock, starting to bob up and down. He pulled Cassie up onto the bed with him, rotating her so he could eat her pussy.

Cassie shifted slightly, feeling his tongue probing her, all of her. It flicked against her perfectly (and naturally) pink asshole, against her thick cuntlips, against her clit. She'd always heard from the boys she was meant for breeding ... but this was the first time she felt she was truly designed for it. His tongue probed her cunt as she slid her mouth up and down his heavy cock, reaching down to squeeze his swollen balls.

"Mmmm, fuck," Cassie said, adjusting on his mouth. She'd never had her pussy eaten like this. This widower was really hard up for it. She was close ... and she felt he was close, pushing her wet pussy down on his tongue while she sucked that nine inch monster. It started to twitch --- she was starting to twitch -- and they both started to get loud, him feeding her seed, her feeding him pussy juice. It was the perfect first date. Tommy knew he'd have to give John a suitable reward.