He suddenly remembered a bright and hot summer afternoon twenty years ago when he returned home from the army. Twenty years was a long time.The family...house was lit up with several strings of flashing Christmas lights. Plastic reindeer pranced in the yard. At least Chris still remembered.Kevin started walking up the driveway to the two-story house when something caught his attention in the house next door. There was a light on in Mary's old room. He knew Mrs. Wellers still lived there after all. She then did a slow seductive walk toward me took my hand and placed it on her cleavage. I got an immediate hard on. “Wow,” was all I could manage. “That’s it! Wow! Come on you can do better than that,” she stated with a mock pout. “You look hot enough to eat,” I finally managed to reply. Then she noticed my hard on. “Oh did I do that? I guess I could provide some relief,” and with that she dropped to her knees, unzipped me and took my now aching cock in her mouth. I almost came but held back,. Breakfast: bowl, oatmeal, cup of milk.- Her briefcase was sitting on her computer chair and there was a new notebook from work inside for note taking, another coin splurge. All of her preparations made for a smooth sailing, something she dearly needed. -I am not going to tell anyone how nervous I am right now.- At seven-twenty in the morning, Lauren pulled up to the bike racks on her bike and locked her bike. The morning air was cool, dew dotted the fine blades of grass that would soon be. “Here you go, Paul. You pay for the single and I will cover the double! Should I start a tab?”“Yes, please and thank you very much.”I have always been a good tipper for good service. I also have been known to leave no tip at all for bad service. My first time in this bar, I had tipped almost 50% because I loved everything about the service and the experience. I have found that a good tip always leads to more good service, especially when you were dealing with the same servers or bartenders.I.