I looked at the clock. It was almost 8:00, and she wasn't home. Had to be him, I thought. I didn't know how right I was. I heard the garage door enga...e. What I didn't hear, mainly because of the garage door engaging, was the engine of the sports car pulling into the driveway. They came through the side door together. They saw me at the kitchen table. "Jules! You're home!" she said. "Yeah, I am," I said. "And, hello Gerald. The two of them were momentarily speechless. I took up the slack. . “I-I… don’t really know any,” she says. “Can’t you go first? So that we can see how it works.”“Fine,” I say. “Let’s go with the thirteenth clip on page 13, shall we? Unlucky for some, but maybe lucky for us?”I turn, stopping the sequence of clips and calling up a site of my own choosing. I call up the 13th clip on page 13 and settle back on the settee, once again laying a hand on Pet’s thigh. She has the glass of Baileys in her hand, and takes another sip, then almost immediately giggles, “I. Other than that, I’m a farmer. It’s what I love doing. I volunteer as a Deputy Marshal to help make my part of the world a safer place,” I explained yet again.“The AG says the low estimate by the appraiser was eighteen million. It’s yours if you can come up with that by Friday. Thinking about it, if you can come up with that much money, I guess I understand why you prefer doing something you love. Hell, I’d probably retire and take up fly fishing as a full-time job,” he laughed.“Deal. I’ll take. Huggs then sat Rascal back down next to Terry and returned to his sit on the other side of the table.From here our conversation started focusing on Rascal’s desires as Terry slowing worked his hands closer to pleasure. Rascal was definitely melting into Terry’s gentle arms as he moved his fingers along her soaked lips. At that point Terry focused on Rascal’s moans and desires as Huggs watched his lover beam with blissful passion. Being in a seated position does limit some of the motion, but.