The Anderson’s moved away not long after we moved in. We’re neighbors. I’m Wendy Baker and she’s Nancy Hurst. We jog most mornings after every...ne’s gone.”“I’m X, Xavier Marigold. I should close on the purchase next week or a little sooner if my real estate agent is correct. I’m looking forward to Nashville.”“What do you do, Mister Marigold?”“Please, call me X. I’m retired. My investments worked out. I will have someone in the house but I plan to travel. Nashville makes a good central point.”I. Finally, Chad was on his knees as he reached my crotch. I was so hard and shuddered as he put his lips around my cock. He started slow, moving up and down before increasing his speed. I moaned in pleasure as his tongue moved around along my shaft. I, without knowing it, began to press my hips in his mouth to make him get more and more. He increased his pace to a blistering fast speed. This proved to be way too much as I felt my orgasm build up. Oh shit Chad Im going to cum! I yelled. Just as I. She quickly started trying to try to get inside my bra, but the divider between the front seats kept getting in the way. I was hoping we would at least get to make out for a while even though she had requested a mellow evening, so I asked her if she wanted to get in the back seat.She started to joke about how the plan that night was that we were just going to hang out as friends. I started to tell her that that was ok with me, but she started kissing me, pulling me on top of her, not even. Then I smiled, raisingone gloved arm and revealing the lovely little lavender buttons at mywrist, and began to wave at the assembled parade watchers.What had happened to me this morning, anyway? It was all a deliciousblur... just a few short hours ago I had rolled out of bed, hopped intothe shower, sucked down a cup of coffee, yanked on a pair of jeans and at-shirt, and dropped off my girlfriend Lisa at the local communitycenter so she could get dressed up in antebellum finery to march in.