What's the story?" Sit, and have some coffee with me."He took a seat while Adele puttered around the kitchen."The garage tenant is an engineer fellow,... she said, "nice enough man who works for one of the gas companies. They're leasing the apartment on a yearly basis. Albert from your management company says it's a real good deal for us."Scott checked the temperature of the coffee. "You need me to work on anything while I'm here?" What I wanted to tell you is that I've decided to retire."Scott. John Banks was an older man, white hair, tall and really good looking. As I rode up the driveway I noticed that he was alone and as I pulled up alongside him I virtually slid of my bicycle seat. He held onto my bike as I invited him into the house and as I walked ahead of him I saw him run his hand over the wet seat and then lift his hand up to his nose to take a deep whiff of the fragrance. Once in the kitchen I had John sit down while I got us some lemonade from the fridge and when I put. I waited in the corridor for over an hour, either pacing or sitting on a chair. Finally, the door creaked and she reappeared, a tiny figure on crutches. A doctor was talking to her, patting her shoulder reassuringly. She nodded, then looked at me, smiling self-consciously. Her left leg was put in a brace, her knee locked straight. Iron bars ran up the sides of her leg, and there were screws attached to the knee portion. Four straps were holding the brace in place. I also noticed that the back. Guilt stabbed through me; I dressed up for my nameless lover, not my husband, but that itch in my pussy was drowning out my guilt. On the drive over, my husband kept glancing at my thighs. The skirt had ridden up and Marshal was a leg man. Normally I loved it when my husband lusted after me, but it was a different man I desired tonight.We arrived at the Eagle's Lodge, found a place to park, and walked inside. A cute, bubbly blonde stood at the front door. She wore a tight halter-top that left.