It seemed to be coming from the old mill. Ben looked at me and asked. "Did you see a car when we pulled in?" No," I said. "It didn't look like anyone ...lse was here to me." Want to go see what's up?" Ben asked."Sure." I said, getting to my feet, and picking up my beer.We both wandered over towards the old mill, and just as we reached the door, heard the noise of the saw again, now definitely coming from inside. Just as Ben was about to knock, the door flew open and a longhaired guy carrying a. I called Joyce and she approved. I told her to dress casual and meet me at the bar at six.John and I tied up any loose ends at the end of the day and headed over to the bar as planned. John as usual had on his jacket and tie. I can't recall ever seeing him loosen his tie. I had on my work clothes with the sleeves rolled up on my dress shirt exposing my muscular forearms. Joyce liked touching my forearms, reminding me that those years of reverse curls were not in vain.John and I were the first. Not quite dressed to kill like the night before, but those jeans still showed off her legs. She watched me approach with her head ever so slightly tilted, a smirk spreading at the corner of her mouth. I stopped about a foot in front of her. She looked me up and down with something close to expectance in her eyes, but I didn’t know what to say, so she ended up speaking first. ‘So… are you unhappy about last night?’ I blinked. ‘What’s going on with us?’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘What do you mean what. She responds actively with her tongue exploring my mouth. My hand caresses her left breast and I can feel her nipple straining against the lace. I then reach behind her,unzipp her dress and pull it off her shoulders and it rests in her lap. I then dropped the strap of her bra off the shoulder and release her breast into the cool night air. I continue with my hand and run it between her legs and up to her wet pussy. By now she is quite amorous. I move my mouth to her nipple and tongue it..