‘Good to see you again, man.’ ‘You too, Jahnie boy. I’m guessing this one is the lovely Jennifer Reed?’ Jen beamed up at him, no small feat....Jahn had been blessed with his father and mother’s height, but Roger stood a good few inches even above him. ‘Jen, or Jenny, if you like.’ ‘My wife would rather I not be too familiar,’ his brother said, winking. ‘But it’s a pleasure to meet you, Jen.’ He took her hand in a casual handshake that he deftly turned into a kiss on the back of the hand. Jahn had. The hedges were overgrown and the flower beds had too many untrimmed shrubs.If the land agents knew of gardeners as competent as the cleaners then the gardens could be improved.I had my evening meal in the local public house. It was a competent meal but not up to the restaurant standards I was used to. I asked some of the regulars about local restaurants. Their opinions varied but apparently there are half a dozen or so reasonable restaurants within ten miles. They could be explored. Most women, beautiful or not, also aren't interested when a man comes through the door and answers "How was your day?" the way most cops answer that question. It was even worse in Bob's case. What woman wants to hear about how poor virgin Sally was tied spread eagled on the bed, screaming, while fifteen men apparently tried to inflate her body by overfilling her with semen?Lacey was still asleep. Bob didn't want to move, even though he needed to pay homage to the porcelain goddess. Part of that. Aunt Diane then proceeded to take off her white short-sleeved top and let it drop to the floor. She still had her back to me, and I watched intently as she unfastened her jeans and pulled them down before kicking them off. She was wearing white sheer high cut panties and a white bra. I felt the blood instantly rush to my cock. She took the strap off one shoulder then the other before taking her arms out and spinning the bra around before it too fell to the floor. She bent over to pick up her.