A month later, even though they had cut their price in half, they could not find a buyer for their stinky house. Word got out and eventually even the ...ocal realtors refused to return their calls. Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place.The ex-wife called the man and asked how things were going. He told her the saga of the rotting house. She listened politely and said that she missed her old home terribly and would be willing to reduce her divorce. Sex with Jane fills my world with lust and pleasure and the thrill as my seed spilled out into her combined with her pleasurable sighs lets me know she is a happy woman.After we had cleaned-up, dressed and gone downstairs to have a cuppa, a slip of paper flopped through the letterbox announcing a street BBQ that night (all socially distant of course). Taking a peek out of the window we could see the sun was now out, the forecast improving, and preparations being begun to adorn the street. " Nothing wrong with being a kid." I said.Alice rolled her eyes at me."Gemma says I'm just a kid and she hates looking after me, says I'm too dumb to understand things." Alice replied.I got up and strolled over."Well I don't think you're dumb." I said, gently squeezing her shoulder and tracing a fingertip down her back. "I think you're smart."Alice just beamed at me and gave me a spontaneous hug, which caused my cock to harden alarmingly in my jeans."Better get back to your games." I. She could get hired in a second.I can picture her applying for the job. Some skeezy owner, probably overweight, balding, sweaty chewing on a cigar. Her wearing some tight tank, no bra. He probably makes her dance for him and she plays along, peeling off her top slowly, exposing those amazing nipples with her eyes directly on him, him looking back and forth between her eyes and those amazing tits. Hell, they weren’t tits: they were breasts. Amazing breasts. She had breasts. And she’d touch those.