Partway through, the doorbell rang. Syd answered it, opening the door to a couple around our age. Terry and Bobbi Hanshaw introduced themselves as liv...ing across the corner. He was short and stocky, wearing a leather biker’s vest and jeans. She was a tall redhead, wearing tight shorts, a bandana and a sleeveless shirt tied under her breasts. Handing us a baking dish filled with a cooked dinner casserole, they invited us to come over after we were unpacked and share their hot tub. We were about. Perhaps.So the Vangon farmers continued to farm, or at least did what they could against the freezing rains, frosts, the short days and the long nights of winter. Meantime, snug in their workshops, the leather-workers and metal-workers and sword-smiths and all the other artisans and craftsmen went about their business. There were always arms and armour and clothing needing repair and replacement; winter was was their busiest time, and they worked long hours to satisfy their customers.As for the. While I followed his car over there could feel my hard-on through my jeans just growing.I can tell you damn thing about his apartment. Just like in the movies there was a trail of clothes between his door and the bedroom. As it worked out he went down on me first. I lay on my back on the bed with my legs spread wide and him between my knees bobbing that head up and down my long shaft. His technique was great. Just the right amount of suction and stroke to really get those balls turning. I. Buttoning down the front, and so sheer that he could almost make out the lace pattern on the cups of her rather prodigious bra. Also, she had the top three buttons of the shirt undone, so if Scott was behind her at any point today looking at something on her computer screen, he was sure that he would be able to see all the way down to her navel. He made a mental note to try and make that happen before the end of the day. ‘Uh, yes. Exactly. Growing and expanding minds.’ Scott said. ‘I am going.