I was on my own, my underwear lying untidily on the floor, and a smell of cooking drifting up the stairs.This was a new side of Mike. He was cooking u... tea. It was nothing too adventurous, just sausage, mash, and baked beans, but we were both starving, and it went down very well.We were like an old married couple that evening, watching TV together, chatting about trivial stuff, and dressed casually, both of us in jeans and t-shirts.Mike asked me if I was still OK about the next night and the. "Takeyour time, my good man," he said. "And I assure you, nothing you say here willbe overheard by another." "Well," said Lechley, gathering his thoughts. "You know that I bought NarthexManor in Oversex about a year ago?" "Yes." "What you may not know is that I seem to have inherited something else .. . something terrible." "Go on." "Well . . . the estate has a number of tenants, servants and farmhands mostly.Among them were a boy and girl in their teens. They disappeared a month ago.We all. ’ ‘Eminently reasonable request, sir. Done. What’s number two?’ ‘You let me take you out to dinner Friday night.’ ‘Why, Archie, you old devil! Have you been looking down my shirt again?’ she cackled. ‘Honey, I’m old enough to be your grandmother.’ ‘No you’re not, but you’re closer to me than my grandmother was, and you shouldn’t be alone on your … I mean … on a Friday night.’ The smile that spread across her face made him feel warm inside, knowing he’d just done something kind for a friend. While continuing to suck him I managed to slip his pants down around his ankles. His legs were thick and fleshy and almost devoid of hair. He assisted me by removing his shirt. I ran my hands over his soft prominent man-tits, pinching the dark nipples between my fingers until they were hard and very sensitive. Now he turned to undressing me. His fingers curl around my own erect cock, tugging on it affectionately but a bit roughly. I give his fuzzy balls a firm squeeze and he relaxs he treatment.