"Stay low and change windows. Do not fire until one of us outside does. We're spreading out around the barn and the house. I hope we can bluff them ab...out how many we got here until Susan gets back with Sam."Marnie nodded.She had not been happy about Jacob's insistence that a number of the hands had to be gun hands. The men worked as hard as any others but she couldn't find it in her heart to trust them.Jacob knew almost all of the gun hands he hired — about 10 so far — but there were a couple. I slowed my mouth play now to let him recover while I made sure every drop of him wasn’t wasted. When I finally let him slip from my mouth I looked up. He lay in the half reclined seat in a post-orgasmic dream but then sat up, almost embarrassed. We both began to dress and I suggested that perhaps this could be a weekly thing. He said he didn’t know. His wife might get suspicious. I told him just to get a hold of me if he wanted seconds … or thirds. I got back into my car and we drove our. He, was a pro, was Calvin Wicks, head barkeep at the Clarendon Inn. He knew when to gab and when to shut up. He didn't retort that it was clear that everything with my wife was not okay. Instead he ambled off down the bar in response to a couple of raised beer mugs.She started as another woman plopped down on the stool beside her own. "Connie! Jesus, you startled me," said Kendra."Sorry. Anyway, what's up. You sounded stressed out when you called," said Connie Dunn, age 36, pretty, short, and. It becomes apparent that Megan lent them some of her panties. The girls are having a good time. Their laughter is infectious, excitement goes to my head. I adjust myself in my shorts.“Is the pizza here yet?” Megan asks. I tell her it is going to probably be a few more minutes. “Good. I dared Amanda and Gretchen to join me help you get the pizza when he gets here. We have a bet, we all have to flash our panty-clad asses off to the pizza guy.”I hear the doorbell ring. “Showtime girls” I head for.