” The man stopped. “You are trespassing on private property. The edge of the highway right-of-way is clearly marked and you are beyond it. Raise y...ur hands and back up or I will shoot to protect my body and my possessions.” He didn’t like the sound of that. Obviously, word of his injured fellow had gotten out. He lifted his hands and backed up.I opened the gate and then pulled the truck forward. I went back and closed the gate locking it. I returned to my truck Cranking the motor, I pulled to. ”“Of course. Please come in.” Betty didn’t even think twice why she was letting a stranger into her house, but something in his demeanor, his old-worldly manners, reassured her he wasn’t dangerous.“You have a lovely house,” the gentleman said, taking in the living room. “That’s a beautiful Monet.”Removing his coat, he revealed a neat, charcoal gray pinstripe suit, a crisp white shirt and a muted dark burgundy tie. A gold tiepin winked in the light. He folded and laid his coat over the arm of. He pulled away a little until I said, "you know, you don't have to be a faggot to like pleasure. You don't even have to be bi. All you have to do is enjoy getting off." I squirted some extra lube on my hand as I massaged it in, pretending to stroke him, getting us both all sloppy. I inadvertently allowed some to splash on his ass and asshole as I kept my hands on his cock and balls.My wife was going crazy with his mouth and tongue giving her a good, wet bath. She was moaning, as was he. I began. He looked at the view from his chair. The house had an almost perfect view of the hills, the Pacific and Bodega Bay. After really looking at the layout of the house and grounds he saw that someone had put a lot of time, money and thought into the place.Roger got up to see if the phones were still connected so that he could call and have something delivered for dinner. When he picked up the phone he found that he had a dial tone. There was a sticker on a small bulletin board next to the phone.