Pie For Pie

My son in law owns a pizza place. On the odd occasion, usually once, twice a week, he asks me to help by delivering pizzas. On this one call he handed me one pizza, which is odd, with the staff laughing as if they were in on a joke. I took the pizza to the address. The woman, attractive and in her thirties, opened the door wrapped in a towel. Very sex. She asked if I could do her a favour by taking a few pics. Sure fine. She hands me her phone and drops the towel. What a surprise. I thought it was by accident but apparently not. She did three or four poses, thank me and took the phone. I asked for the cash, she said she had none but putting her hand on my crotch said she could blow me for the pie or I could fuck her. I rejected the idea so she hugged me, “you can touch me.” I’m divorced, sixty six years old, it isn’t often that young women dr**e themselves on me so I changed my mind and we got it on. A nice evening. I’m not sure if she ate the pie but I did. My son in law and staff found it amusing