If anything went well, it would be to Desiree’s credit, if anything went poorly, she’d find a way to pawn it off on Megan. Everybody took Desiree...��s word on everything around here, it seemed. That woman could get away with anything. At least people were taking the event seriously. Not a woman came in wearing anything outside the day’s uniquely ‘casual’ dress code. (Desiree had called it casual, Megan, when she heard the details in the day’s digital agenda, had called it whorish. But like most. Roger looked at Aaron and then Ethyl, "Mr. and Mrs. Hamm, as you know for our conversation at dinner, I'm an investor. I like to structure all of my deals so that everybody wins. That way we don't have any hard feelings. Have you ever heard of a life estate?" Basically," Ethyl said, "But I don't really know the ins and outs of it."Aaron had a puzzled look on his face and Roger continued, "A life estate is where you sell me the house but I give you the right to live here as if it was your own. These days he slept in the Smith's house, or what was left of it, since his brothers had demanded their own rooms in the house. It was a good 10 minute walk away, and rain, hail or shine he walked it by moonlight every night and at dawn every day. Still naked, he padded outside to the horse trough and picked up the scrubbing brush. His skin was the same permanent dark tan everywhere except where the dungarees covered him - from his arse to his knees, and his crotch to mid-thigh, with one thin. I sighed loudly as his lips met the side of my neck, and I let my hand wander up to hold the back of his head as I slowly ground my ass onto his cock. I turned to face him and pulled him down to my lips, sliding my tongue into his mouth as his hands moved down to grab my ass. I couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough. In my haste, I tore off most of the buttons on his shirt, and the body I saw underneath took my breath away. It wasn’t perfect, but it was so damn close I didn’t care. He had the.