At least I think she said it was okay. That gentle touch overloaded my circuits. It seems she and her husband struggled for years to have a kid. The... when they hit the jackpot he started going weird. A few months later she learned he was having an affair with his fitness instructor. When Holly confronted him, he confessed, and then moved out. There was no way we could all agree on the same music, so going dancing after dinner was out. Instead, we caught a movie and then, at Holly's. I learned a lot from him, and he asked if I would let him and his assistant put in test plots, of seed, new herbicides, and even do a plot where we have irrigation, with a test of non-irrigated cotton in the same field.I told him who I was working with on my seed and fertilize recommendations, and he was going to meet with Bill Clark to get his input also.I was still talking to him as he was getting ready to leave - when the mailman ran, and Sheila walked out to the mailbox.She walked over -. And there were tremors. My lips were now in no mans land. Below his balls. Slowly they inched forward. My chin grazed it. I stopped. Letting my brain ingest the input. Sensory overload. Desire in drive. He had kissed, licked, and pleasured me here. I know what it feels like on the receiving end. Not only from him now, but from two recent lovers. But why did he enjoy it. Or more to the point, enjoy doing it. Was it solely for my pleasure as he had told me. Or was there more. Was it something he. In the middleof that room there was a man, my best guess he was about 50 years old,dressed in something I had never expected to see in my life other than inold pictures: a tuxedo! There was something strange about that man, but Icould not identify what it was.He said:"Be welcome, I am not used to receive visitors in my house, but I hopeyou feel comfortable."I did not know what to answer, all this caught me by surprise, so Isimply answered:"Hi, my name is Illana."He did not bother to tell me his.