Her legs were closed but I could still see the patch of hair at the top of her thighs. My socks and shoes were off, but I had to stand up to pull down...my trousers and pants. I had got a steaming erection from the sight of those breasts only a foot away, and had trouble getting my lower clothes off. Suddenly they were down and my cock sprang out like a flag pole. ‘Sorry,’ I mumbled, ‘couldn’t help it. One look at them er, breasts, just turned me on.’ ‘You can call them tits if you would prefer. She could get a handsome commission if she brokered the financing, but she sensed this client would not need her services.Once more she was spot on. "Thanks, but no thanks," George replied. "We don't need a mortgage."The agent kept her composure, but she was impressed. Such sales were rare at the moment. The Old Rectory had been on the market for over two years. The heirs after the previous owners had dropped the original estate agents and contacted her. They had been very reluctant to 'adjust. She was looking in the closet for something to wear. As she stood there, he watched her as her hands absent-mindedly roamed over her body. Her long fingernails slid easily underneath the elastic of her panties, and she pulled the light blue silk material out from between her buttocks. Her fingers began to trace around her hips, and as she felt her inner thight, she looked down from the closet. Briefly, she put both hands between her legs.Then, she reached up and grabbed a sweatshirt. She turned. You've been busy since I last saw you."I said, "Yes. More than I would like to have been."He said, "There's a saying I heard, 'All's well that ends!' Sometimes, that's enough."Lisa said, "I like that though, for us, it ended pretty well. Al saved my life. However, I would prefer not to get shot again."James said, "Are you okay now?" Yes, Thank you for asking. I'm fine now thanks to Al."I said, "The house is coming along."James said, "This is the time when you see big progress. Later, it will.