Q: Thats when I will be leaving. A: Terrific. Maybe we can play some gin rummy or something on the way back to pass the time. Q: Youre on. But that wo...t be as much fun as being here, though. Only two days. That doesnt give you much time to rest up, does it? A: No, it really doesnt. Normally I can hang out and charge the batteries here a bit longer, but a deals a deal, and I know my broker wants these women delivered to him as soon as possible. Some of em are going to the auction block, I would. Not all women who use men like most men use women do it because they're just 'bad girls.' That woman didn't deserve this and you damn well know it! That was a cruel thing to say! And if I ever hear you say anything like that again, I'll belt you in the mouth!"Jonathan North, who was 38 but felt more like 58, looked at him and sighed wearily."I know. It's just so frustrating that there's such a double standard applied to women. And this is 1956! Men who fool around are just 'playing the field!'. She was just standing there watching, then I saw that she had her hand down inside her shorts. I whispered to Christina, "Don't scream but I can see Mrs. Reardon, Mom's best friend, standing inside the porch watching us." "Oh, my god, not really? Louise Reardon?" "Yes, it has to be her, I can see and I know it's her." "How could she get in?" "No idea," I said as I tried to maintain my rhythm, rather difficult as my cock had softened dramatically. Christina turned her head and called out, "Come. Allison splashed out into the water, and Greg waded out behind her. She dove under for a second, then emerged with water running down her body. Greg grinned as he stared at her. In the moonlight she looked almost surreal, like a fairy or an elf out of a fantasy world. Or perhaps he had spent too much time in his daughter's art studio lately. Either way, he loved the sight of her nude body.He followed her out, letting himself gradually get used to the chill of the water. It really did feel nice,.