I Always Wanted to meet a Milf for Sex

The first week at my new job had come to a close on Friday at six pm. I was grateful to Mr Brown for employing me at his factory after I was fired from my previous job four months ago for taking a day off on my ex-girlfriend’s birthday without permission. I was apprehensive about doing it, but she said that I didn’t love her if I didn’t do it. The stupid cow broke up with me after I lost that job. The prior boss had fired me for theft. Two dismissals in a year and being unemployed for four months had made me clean up my act and had put me off girls. I wanted to meet a milf for sex. Ross called me at ten and asked if I was ready. He rolled up at my house half an hour later in a Mustang. The boy had swag and taste in cars. “You’re ready to go get some whores?” he asked. He didn’t have respect when talking about women, but he had no problems bedding them. Whenever we went out, he would hook up with a woman in a matter of minutes of arriving, leaving me by myself. I