"Can I buy you a drink, Jimmy?" It's James," he correctly quietly. "And thanks, but I don't drink." Are you married, James?" No."She smiled again. "Th...n you don't need to drink. I'll have a Manhattan, on ice."James took his time, measuring more carefully for her than he would have for the summer crowd. "This one's on the house... Mrs. Sloane?" Kate," she said. "Just plain Kate."There wasn't much plain about her at all. She had a model's sculpted face and olive skin, dark hair that fell in a. She brought her mouth agonizingly slow to the tip and engulfed him once again.I knew he was in heaven. I had been with Kristy for 10 years and her blowjobs were award winning. Her little white mouth slavered his black meat seductively. She pumped his cock in a twisting motion that varied in tempo as she slurped. All the while her mouth applied a constant pressure that complimented her hand job perfectly. Suddenly she stopped and held his dick in her mouth as she readjusted her knees.Once. I was gonna be upset but loyal, stay at home, watch reruns of MASH. Something was moving for sure. Maybe I'd say a little prayer of gratitude.What I did instead was read some. History, not trash. Reading's a soothing thing to do, and for slackers it's the best. You can put the book down any time, no need to wait for a commercial break, take a leak, fetch a beer, go away for a week, anything. The book's still there when you get back, waiting patiently. Books are not time-sensitive.I was outa bed. The gray, tin building had a big garage door and a steel side entrance door. Mom, Josh and I ducked through, closing the door to the cool spring air.Grandpa had the heater blowing loudly from the corner of the shop, belching a good deal of dust with the heat. The former race shop had become an area to fix items in the front, and store a whole bunch of construction junk in the back. Old race trophies sat on shelves covered in dust and cobwebs and cluttered with countless other items. A few.