I pushed the speaker button so that the far end of the conversation could be heard."Tell me everything you think is causing sales to decline and peopl... to leave." First thing is that Willing has changed all the development advertising so that our traffic is down to nothing. He won't build enough extra inventory homes for us to have instant closings. The salesmen have to wait until the house is built before it can close and they are paid their commission. They can't live on their salaries, not. It was early morning before they got back home, tired, dirty and sore but still highly aroused and very happy.*Some events pass by with a nod, written off as an interesting or exciting experience to think, talk and maybe fantasise about later. Other events mark a sea-change in a relationship. In Linda and Steve’s case, this was one of those moments.Being exposed to public stares had turned Linda on more than she would ever have guessed. Exposing his wife to the gaze of other men had done. She pulled him up into a sweet and caring hug, flexing just a little higher. He wrapped his arms around her, with one up at the shoulder, pulling her down onto his cock, and the other splayed out, his palm and fingers covering her lower back. She flexed higher, and they shared a brief and ironically chaste kiss, considering what was happening down below. Steve's breathing became more and more uneven with each flex of Haley's incredibly well-trained 'Fun Tunnel'. Neither of them was moving, not. Hell, I didn't have any clean underwear ... I was going "commando".I grinned ruefully at the angry eyes in the mirror and reminded myself what my father always told me. "If all you are going to do is play, then sooner or later, you got to pay." I took a deep breath and decided to put on a smile, get this shit done, and maybe ... just maybe, I could catch a couple of hours later at the beach, and check out the fireworks later tonight. I swung into the Super-Mart, noticing they were open, this.