“This is Renaud and Diane Adams, Ren and Di. They are the local shopkeepers. And this,” panning his hand across to the last two in the group. “I... David and Patricia Sorsen, Davo and Pat. They are the owners of this fine establishment.”The group sat together eating, drinking and getting to know each other. Ren and Di had come from the Old Country and had been running various shops since immigrating. Davo’s father was a country publican and Davo just followed suit. Besides pubs had been good to. He slowly nodded and I picked up my black clutch, which I had shoved lots of tissues into. He would need them, not being mean, but I could sense he was close to becoming a mess already. I looked at the time. It was 1 o’clock. ‘Time to go and get organised,’ I told him as I handed him Issy and grabbed her nappy bag. As we got to the lounge room Zac’s uncles were back. ‘Where’s Fay and Kate?’ he asked. ‘Getting ready. Now don’t you guys look like a little family?’ commented Tony. ‘Thanks, I. Why?” Hanna asked.“The first part of our statement is correct; I support county growth. The more the merrier, growth equals jobs across the total employment spectrum and increases the county tax base. Without growth the county will slowly wither and die as taxes are forced to rise, eventually driving people away. Our sons and daughters will move to where the jobs and better housing and lower taxes are,” I said.“The problems I have are in the planning and zoning department. There is a serious. This was real and happening only inches away. I closed my eyes and moaned, almost overcome by what I was seeing and what I was thinking and the pleasures that Kelly was giving me. She was on her knees now, her warm moist mouth engulfing my own rock hard dick. Her tongue circled the crown of my cock, licked at the underside. Her finger nails gently travelled the length of my hard shaft. Her hands cupped my balls and squeezed softly. Her finger slipped up between the cheeks of my ass and slid.