He decided the first thing he should do was find a gas station. He remembered one near a town he had passed through a little earlier and headed in tha...t direction.The car ran like a dream and when he pulled in beside the pump and turned off the ignition, he couldn't seem to get the smile off his face. He got out and was happy to see that these pumps did take credit cards. He used his and started the fuel flowing into the tank.While he was standing there he was suddenly aware that someone had. Breakfast was long gone, and we were just lounging in the living room, making small talk.It suddenly occurred that I didn't know anything about Debbie... except that she was Mary's landlady."So, Debbie. You've heard the story of Mary and me. How did you become the landlady here?" I asked."I'm not the landlady," Debbie replied, simply. "I own the building." You own the building?" I repeated."Actually, most of the whole block. That's how I knew that Goldstein's Bagels were downstairs," she. Penny and Cherie would do their bi thing in front of their husbands, with the men joining in, one couple fucking and one being doing fellatio and cunnilingus. But within a few months of scheduling, weekly liaisons became difficult to sustain. Like virgins marrying, after a few months of sustained sex, they no longer found it necessary to get together once a week. Sex every couple of weeks was enough to keep their gardens flourishing. To keep it fresh they would take a weekend every six weeks or. We pulled up to their house and I stepped out to open their doors. I did nothing to conceal my stiffy."Looks like we turned you on. You liked that, didn't you?" Peter was grinning."I can't say I didn't."They walked away from me and had a little conference before returning to me. Peter handed me a one-hundred dollar tip. "June and I would like you to stay a while. Would you like to smoke a joint with us and then go for a swim?" Thank you but that would not be very professional of me, sir." Fuck.