We parked in the drive way in front of the house as they pulled into the garage. They met us at the front door and we followed them into a dimly lit, ...ack den. As we sat down, Paul took our drink orders. Abby said, “Hendrick’s and tonic dear.” “Red wine – whatever you have,” said Jill. And when he looked at me, “Woodford Reserve. Neat.” With that, Jill sat on the couch on one side of the room and Abby took my hand and sat me next to her on the other couch across the room. She lay back, flung. I reached up and unbuckled his belt, pulled his zipper down, and pushed his pants down to his knees, leaving the underwear in place.For the first time I noticed his cheap, masculine cologne or aftershave. I couldn't tell what it was, but it was intoxicating mixed with his sexy, manly scent. I pressed my lips to the lump in his underwear, inhaled, opened my lips around his shaft, and blew my hot breath into his manhood. He caressed my hair again, whispering "Yeah baby, you really do like that. Says it was very hip during the war,” the tractor man replied. “Well, what is your name then?” asked Isolde. “I thought you two knew each other. The way you were sitting, it looked like you were having a heart-to-heart talk when I drove up. But since it seems you have not been formally introduced, let me do the honors,” said Bob. He went on, “Isolde, I’d like you to meet my tenant, Terwilliger. Terry, say ‘Hello’ to my dancing partner, Isolde, and get on your tractor and go back to work.” . ”“She told me you found her a new lawyer.”“Yes,” Janet replied. “Have you spoken to Larry yet?”“I have. He’s starting to dig through all the public records relating to Rob and his business. Larry is head-and- shoulders more competent than the idiot from our legal benefit.”“You mean, he’s better than W.C. Fields?”“Much better,” Eva replied.Janet finished her breakfast. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll take my shower and get dressed,” she said.Wearing a robe, she stepped from the bathroom into her.