"He was not wrong in his appraisal. The Lady of the house was a vision to behold. A low cut, full dress accentuated her loveliness and the pearl choke... around her long neck was real. Her slender, almost delicate hand was extended we shook hands while introducing ourselves."I am Mrs. Taylor Smyth she informed us, although I much prefer to be called Buffy, it goes back to school days don'tyouknow and seems to have been handed down through the matriarchal line." This information was delivered with. I reached between the seats and said, 'Take your cock out John', he turned from the window and just said, 'What', he was in a state of shock, watching his drunk wife perform on another man, 'Take your fucking dick out', I commanded, grabbing at his crotch.He undid his flies and belt and I went in and pulled him out, reached through and gobbled him into my eager mouth.'What's going on out there', I asked him, as he was looking out as I sucked on him, 'I dont know', he said, 'I cant see them', he. "I am Anders Solheim, father to Johanna." He pronounced it with a soft "j", almost the "y" one would expect from Norway. "Yes. I have to mirror my wife's knowledge of you. 'Stonewall Jackson' must have been fun in the army," he said."Heck of a reputation to match," I replied."Please, let us sit. Beer? Or wine? Or a cocktail?" I defer to your choice sir," I said. "I remain flexible."If you keep calling me 'sir' in that tone, I fear I will revert to calling you 'lieutenant'. Is that the way we. "This is Jessica's deck, why don't you and her play together against me, she'll show you how it all works." Jessica takes the deck, stepping back slightly as she does, putting her behind Emma. She gives the cards a quick scan, her smirk telling me she knows what I'm up to. We sit down at the main table, with a bowl of popcorn between us, and a glass of chilled coke each, and play.The game is heavily rigged against Jessica and Emma. My deck, I built both a couple of days ago, is stacked with.