She kissed my cheek and thanked me for a wonderful evening, then slipped under the covers and thanked me again. It was very difficult not to make nois... or move around as she demonstrated her affection. She had gotten really, really good at it. Her technique was totally different from Angela's. Where Angela was basically a hard and fast face-fuck, (sorry but that's the only term I could think of to describe it) hot and to the point, Shannon was loving and soft. She didn't so much suck me off as. I was thinking how much this sounded like old times, with these two arguing like they were. It used to be three of them, and the one missing was Monk. I knew if he were here, he would be egging them on to see if he could start a fight, just so he could break it up. Back in the old days, these three would fight like cats and dogs among each other. But, God help anyone that got between them. As we walked to the office, I did notice that they were having a ball trading insults, just like the old. Colleen turned away, and walking towards the kitchen, she swung her hips, letting me watch the wiggle as she walked. I breathed deep, oh fuck, this was turning out to be one heck of a welcome wagon. I walked over to Charlene, and she pointed to the print, and Rod told us about it, and it gave me a chance to calm down.I heard the clink of glasses, and Colleen reappeared, still with that smile on her face. She set down the wine glasses, and we lifted our glasses, and toasted our new neighbors. We. Of course, with a small town came the fact that everybody wanted to know about Olivia. For the first week, one by one, they all knocked at Atty’s door, bringing any kind of homemade food, and asking questions, but Atty, expertly, deviated all the questions saying, “Olivia had problems and needed a new life. What better place than Bloomfield?” and they were all content with the explanation.Olivia was happy. She liked this small town where everybody knew everybody. Atty was right, working at the.