But since then we’ve seen each other often enough and talked regularly enough for me to be able to tell he’s moved on.”“A phone call every few...weeks or so, right? That’s how you found out he and his friends were planning their own trip up here to Lake Tahoe, and coordinated things so that you’d get the chance to meet up.”“Right. We still talk, but that doesn’t mean we haven’t both moved on.”“Still, I’d like to meet him. I mean, I know we’ve met, when the three of you drove down from your ranch. ”“But sure. I’ll do it. If it makes you feel better.” I replied. “She’s just gonna tell me the same thing though.”Chris shrugged. “Maybe. Thanks for doing this, sweetie.”“Whatever helps.” I tossed over my shoulder as I went downstairs. There wasn’t a door separating this hallways from the kitchen, so Chris could definitely hear me. I wasn’t sure if he could hear Molly, but given he was actively listening for her answer, he probably could. Nonchalantly, I knocked on her door.“Who is it?”“It’s,. "I know exactly how he felt. I use a local service for that myself. Like your father, I'm a small businessman, at least in the eyes of the government." You said you are a writer. Is that your only business?" Yes. I'm not much of a bookkeeper and pretty clueless about tax law, so I just gather up my receipts and income statements and hand them over to Betty Woodward, my accountant." Do you report every three months?" she asked.He nodded. "Yes. Betty has to phone me a month in advance to warn me. She was smiling. He stood, grasping the tailgate of the pickup to steady himself.Rick had been enthralled by the sight of Sue being fuck so hard, and so well, judging from the sounds she had made, that he hadn't even looked at the female partner. She was standing at the side, and slightly to the rear of the pickup, and was as naked as the rest of them. She smiled when she saw him looking at her. "See anything you like, or want to try?" she asked. She continued. "MY vagina is wet from watching.