"Sure," I said. "You'll have to excuse me, I wasn't expecting company," as I opened the door for them. "You don't have to apologize for looking so sex...y," Dan said, looking me over from head to toe as they walked in. Tom asked to use the bathroom and I pointed it out to him as I took the water bottle from Dan and walked into the kitchen. I was standing at the sink with my back to him filling the bottle when he put his hands on my waist and gently pressed his cock against my ass. I let out a moan. "We must stop meeting like this," she said, with mock intensity.I smiled back. "So, what's a Visor? Let's get out of line and go talk."And we did. For an hour.I learned a Visor was one of those new digital personal assistant things, that Palm had first produced. I learned she was a gadget junky. I learned she was a trained librarian and historian. I learned she had only come today because a friend was playing and she couldn't figure out how to turn him down without seriously hurting his. What a surprised look Elizabeth had on her face. I immediately apologized, a little red in the face, what was I thinking, or not thinking. The first few times Beth drove the tractor, I stood along side on the step up while Beth was driving talking her through things. The second time out and unable to stop, Beth ran the tractor into the red sumac bushes sending me flying. Elizabeth took over caring for the perennial flowerbeds my wife planted around the house. I pretty much had left them to go a. I realise that my erection is pushing into the elastic of my tracksuit and she doesn’t take long to catch on, releasing one hand from behind my head, she traces it down and strokes my length through the material, her touch works me to full size within thirty seconds.She breaks from our clinch and steps away just a touch, admiring the shape of my cock through my hideously tight tracksuit.“Looking a little uncomfortable, Luke, why don’t you take those off, or better still, allow me?”I nod, unable.