"Pouf!" said Mark. "You smell."For a moment Victoria looked crestfallen then she grinned at him. "We manual workers can't always smell like roses," sh... retorted. "Not like you white collar people." Khaki collar." Hides the dirt."Mark laughed. "Have you noticed I'm keeping my arms to my sides just in case?" No, they're where they ought to be: round me." Not the upper arms," he said trying unsuccessfully to bring them to his sides but not let go of her.She bent her head giggling. "Phew!" she said. "The woman said, "We may not have even told you. We don't crossover between what Ralph does and what I do. We don't want people to think we share information that we shouldn't. We talk and have to because of what we do, of course, but we don't say each other's name when we're with customers." Okay, you didn't, but I want to know your name especially if we're going to use you as our accountant for the mining company and the new ranch we bought."She looked at Ralph, and then back at me, "I'm. Brenda apparently hadn't lost that ability because she was now nearly screaming for me to fuck her harder. I obliged. Soon I could feel her muscles tightening and heard her moan in orgasm. Brenda pushed my hand and the dildo away but continued to fuck me once again. She started rubbing my clit while she did and I began moaning and thrashing about on the bed. It felt amazing. Mark got up from his chair and came over to suck on my nipples. I knew I would come. The handshakes and hugs were genuine and continued as each new person entered after me. About 20 minutes after I had arrived a familiar face, changed but still familiar, entered the hall.Carol Sanders, older, heavier, graying just a little, but unmistakably, Carol. I walked towards her, wondering if she would be as excited to see me as I was to see her."Carol." I said it as fact rather than a question."Jimmy! Greg told me you were coming. So good to see you." I awkwardly waited a moment then.