Then she turned to her father, her expression that of a child trying to get a parent to agree."Dad, you used to play tennis in college, didn't you?"Ia... McWillis nodded, sipping on his cold glass of lemonade. "Three years in a row as Champ." Good. Then you can help me with some of my shots."Ian grinned at his daughter and shook his head. "Why not?" his daughter asked."Too much work," replied the man, winking at her. "Ever since I retired from practice, I have developed an allergy to work." Yeah,. He entered the laundry and took a medium sized bag from under the sink. He then asked me if I had plans. I admitted that I did not have plans, as I had found it difficult to make friends in such a small town. Before I knew what I was saying, I asked him to stay for a drink. He agreed and we settled down on the couch, with a glass of wine each. We got talking, and spoke about everything. The topics ranged from stupid Youtube videos to politics. After a few wines, I started to ask him questions. Jayne brought the drinks back and sat on the chair opposite to me, her feet resting by my balls which she started to flick with her toes. I was soon on the rise.“Come on give us a blow-job” I asked.Jayne slipped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth sucking on me.Looking over her right shoulder I could see a young couple looking towards us, walking into the car park from the grass path some 100 metres away carrying what looked like a surfboard, both blond and very fit looking in their semi. Her slit was making her riding pants slick with juice at the very thought such spousal bliss. Now all that she had to do was convince her father of Jeffrey's gentlemanly intentions.The estate was unusually quiet for this time of day was Sophia's thought as her mount pranced with spirited gait and with plenty of bottom still remaining after the quick trip to the Carstairs residence. She turned the horse over to the stable boy without a backward glance and made her way into the long hall of the.