"Charley Jackson told me after he got that telegram from Marshal Ryan."Dillon was surprise and a little angry that Jackson would talk about him behind...his back. Before he could say anything Eleanor continued."Oh, don't blame Charley too much Dillon. He hardly knows you; my husband John and I have been close friends with Charley for years. He wasn't gossiping about you son, he was warning me what kind of man I was hiring. Understand?"Dillon nodded and relaxed. Eleanor added, "As you said, this. I would much rather slide it over a large and luscious belly any day of the week. Of course; it's your decision."Sara looked like she was about to faint."Help me take it off Don."I pulled the straps off her shoulders and pulled the suit downward to release a magnificent set of mammary glands. Large, soft, with dark aureoles crowned by stiff button-like nipples.I stopped momentarily to take each nipple into my mouth to suckle and savor it.Sara cooed her appreciation.I continued pulling the suit. "You fucked her?" Nick's smile grew bigger."Nick, she doesn't like it." She doesn't like what?" News or rumors spreading around." I kicked the guest chair."Well, is it rumor or news?" Damn it, Nick, I thought we were buddies." I was a bit angry."Of course we are. What do you want me to do? I can't tape everyone's mouth closed. I can't tape Mary's mouth. You know her." Nick was laughing."Damn it," I sighed. "Hey, Nick." I had just remembered something."What?" Why did you send me to New York with. He shivered and placed his hands on her head urging her on. She pushed him flat and said "My turn buster." She licked him from base to tip, holding his balls in her hand. As she placed her lips on his head sliding her tongue over his slit he sighed and allowed his hands to slip down over her breasts holding and squeezing. Marianne slid his cock into her mouth her lips holding him firmly as she sucked him deeply. Her hands reached behind him grasping his arse and encouraging him. He groaned and.