I took a walk around my neighborhood and as soon as it's about to go dark and the streetlights are lighting up that I decided to head back home.I was ...urning to my street when I heard footsteps approaching and I turned my head and saw Trent just coming back from his late afternoon runs. He is topless and in his jeans and boots and some sort of hoody wrapped around his waist. This is the 1st time I saw him w/o his shirt on and his glistening body from sweat and his broad shoulders, buffy chest,. It seemed to require an awful lot of touching. They even seemed to find it necessary to insert their fingers right up inside of her. Maybe they found it necessary in order to steady her.She squirmed around a little bit from time to time in reaction to something they were doing with their fingers. But she pretty much behaved herself and let them do whatever they wanted to do. They were both bent over her with their faces very close to their work. It looked like their hands would be in the way of. "Um, how about me, Lew? I'm more fun," she said grinning wide as I began the delightful job of lathering her wonderful body. Her breasts were so silky and soft as I soaped her, I took extra time."Don't forget here," she said as she spread her stance and I got her sparkling clean underneath.Then, she took the soap and began on me, my chest, arms, back, down to get my legs, my butt, the back up but never the one thing that was making itself well known at the time."Did I miss anything?" she. " Rumpole suddenly blurted out.I was a bit surprised at that. "What will you do? You've no experience other than the army, and I don't see you as a security guard or car park attendant." I've been offered a job by the owner of the security firm who questioned us. He wants a lawyer, with what he calls 'class'. He says I look, and sound, like Peter Lawford, and has offered me a position in his firm." Who the fuck is Peter Lawford?" I've haven't the faintest idea, but if Peter Lawford is what.