"I nearly choked. "Oh really.' I said smiling at her. 'I'd have wrapped myself if I'd known." I jested."Your wrapping is fine.' She replied. 'I'm the ...ne who needs unwrapping." She grinned.We chatted for a few minutes sipping the strong fruit drinks Lois made, and in no time I became quite at ease with Mary and Lisa. Nearing the end of my drink, I leaned over to Lisa taking her chin in my hand and kissed her softly on the lips. She readily responded and we shared a hot tongue twisting kiss.. "Yeah, I remember. Your mom's name is Margo, and your dad's name is..." yeah, I couldn't remember."It's John." he answered."Yeah, that's right...sorry. It's been a while. Tell you what, help me up stairs with all of this stuff, and I'll buy you a beer." I offered.Without hesitation, Luke grabbed up some paint cans and headed up the stairs. After several trips, we had everything inside. While Luke sipped his beer, I unloaded the groceries. He asked what was going on, and I explained that I was. It is late evening but the Summer heat still fills the air. I lead you to a small rowboat by the nearby lake. Silently we get in and I row away from the shore. I am taking long slow strokes with the oars. You come between my legs as my arms move in lazy circles. You unzip my pants and my now semi hard cock comes into view. You reach in and pull it out. Your hand starts to stroke it in time with my rowing. Soon it is as stiff as the oar handle I am holding. You then bend down and take it in your. "A bit warmer," she heard Sheila say.Jan turned to the right toward the window where she kept her flowers."No, a bit cooler now," warned Michael.She turned back toward the other window and her desk."Yes, definitely warmer... warmer... warmer... hot now!" giggled Sheila.Jan reached out feeling for the desk and felt its sturdy wooden top."Red hot!" laughed Michael.Jan reached further and felt the outline of... something where her old computer had sat on the desk. It was cool to the touch and felt.