Even some of the trees looked like they had already succumbed or might not survive.The once immaculately manicured lawns and landscaping worthy of the...country club were now dead. Hiding most of the dead grass was last spring’s crop of weeds, now dead and standing nearly chest high. The dead bushes and hedges stood as a stark reminder of the drought Southern California was experiencing. One lit match could start a major brush fire on the property.The pool was a disaster. Left untended, even. His cock was much larger than normal but there was a foul odor that Stan quickly addressed.“Whoa man, you’re going to have to wash your ass first. Not to be disrespectful but you stank.” I always admired Stan’s ability to be direct and get instant results. I think it helped with him being about six-foot seven inches tall and about three hundred fifty pounds of solid man.“Oh okay, I’ll shower up,” Earl said, becoming more enthusiastic. Much to our relief, he went into the bathroom to clean. Simon puzzled over some of the names on the menu, but the waiter was helpful without being condescending and they were able to work their way through the order without too much trouble.Marianne was having a seafood starter, while Simon opted for minestrone soup. Her main course was spaghetti in a carbonara sauce, something she'd not had before, while Simon opted for lasagna, which he was familiar with.While they were eating Marianne was full of chatter, telling him various tales about the 'boys. I would like to take Tarek to the bedroom.All too soon the song is over. I don't want to stop. "Ok, You have each danced with me, but you haven't danced with each other." "Oh, Tarek... don't be silly." Alia and I are appalled at his suggestion. We are each other's rivals for our husbands love and he wants his two wives to dance together? Reluctantly Alia walks over to me and puts both arms around my waist. The next song starts. I put my arms on Alia's shoulders and we begin to dance.Alia gently.