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Mrs. Hoopenlicker was not one to stand on ceremony and always spoke her mind. Twice widowed and once forsaken, the woman had the benefit of wit, wisdom, and life experience. Or so she thought as she stared unabashedly at the dangling member belonging to the young man standing naked in front of her. Gathering her wits, she knocked on the door she had already innocently opened. "There I go again," she tutted as she stepped into the spare bedroom. "My most sincere apologies for barging in on you, Mr. Johnson. I thought, perhaps, you had gone out for a short walk to familiarize yourself with your new situation and surroundings. The old lady can be quite the eye-opener for those who have not experienced life in the big city." Albert Johnson finally found his voice as he stood there still dripping water onto the polished wooden floor. "Uh, I, well," he coughed and stammered as he tried to cover his modesty with his hands. A futile gesture for he was well aware that, endowed as he was, a fair portion of his member was still showing. "That is quite alright, Mrs. Hoopenlicker. No harm done. I was merely availing myself of the clean pitcher of water and bowl to clean up.� I shall be more astute with the lock next skinny time." He watched as his landlady went over to the dresser and placed the laundry on top. "Thank you kindly," he replied as he quickly grabbed a clean towel with one hand whilst still trying to hide his largesse with the other. "Your attention to my well being is much appreciated." Flushed, she glanced at him as he wrapped pov the towel around his waist. "Supper is at eight," she informed him as she walked to the door. "I usually cook some oats and milk with a touch of honey. They say it is most agreeable for the stomach and aids restful sleep. Now, I shall take my leave so you can unpack your baggage and settle in." With that, she closed the door and went on her way with more than just the daily chores on her mind. It was three days hence and the fading light shone through the lattice window as the landlady and her lodger sat enjoying their late supper together before a simmering log fire. In those three days, they had spent the time getting to cumshot know each other. They talked about his family back home in the shires. His new situation as an apprentice teller in the financial heart of the city. His pursuits and Hardcore Interests as well as life in general and how much he was looking forward to living in the grand old lady.� Albert Johnson was nineteen years. He was tall. Countryside lean. Sporting a thick shaggy brown mop of hair with matching brown eyes and an attentive sensible nature. 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