I don't even bother pulling a robe on over my silky, light blue nighty as I head to the kitchen for my morning coffee. I run my fingers through my lon...g blonde, sleep tousled hair and head for the porch with my coffee and laptop. I settle into one of the patio chairs that faces the neighbors house and open my laptop to check my email. I have been in my new house for about a month and it has become routine to spend my mornings on the porch. I enjoy my porch because it is almost entirely. After ordering his glass of scotch, he turned to face her, only to find her already looking at him. As soon his piercing blue eyes made contact with hers she smiled, blushing slightly. “Hey there, you look like you could use some company". She said, fluttering her lashes up at him. Instead of raising his voice to be heard over the music, he leaned in close to her and spoke lowly in her ear. “I’m looking for a lot more than just company, darlin’.” As he spoke, he rested his hand on her bare. "Wow" were the only words I could muster up.She sat next to me and began to rub her hand on my oversized cock, which, at this point, was about to tear through my jeans it was so hard. "Sarah, truth or dare?" she said."Dare me" "I dare you to come help me take off Ben's pants." Sarah got up from the couch and joined us. The two women looked at each other, and, with me in the middle, began to make out. I put my arm around both of them and knew what was about to happen. They broke off from. No sirree, not after the Dicker Man got through with her. So the yarn went. With various embellishments, as I'm sure you can imagine.What was known for sure about the Dicker Man? Well, for starters, he stood six-foot one and a smidgen and weiged 182 and a smidgen. He had long brown hair, past his shoulder length, and brown eyes. Big, brown, puppy dog eyes. Those pitiful puppy dog eyes that made you, all of sudden, want to take him inside your house, feed him, and give him a nice warm bed to lie.