I was kind of blah about Tom but I enjoyed talking over the fence with Alicia. To be honest, I was a bit lonely, and Alicia had sometimes been a fanta...y of mine as well. Having her be social was pretty nice. I’d inherited my house after my stepdad died and left it to me in my will, and after a rather difficult breakup with my last girlfriend, I gave up on Delaware and moved back here, working in a motorcycle shop. It paid the bills, I had a bit of an inheritance, and I was OK being by myself. She understood my intensions and kept her mouth near my half erected cock. I was waiting for it and finally her lips touched the tip of my penis. That was a wonderful feeling with her lips around my dick and she slowly licking it like a Choco bar. But she was not moving her mouth any deeper.So I asked her “Do you watch porn?” After a moment she replied “No”. I said “Do you expect me to believe it?” and she said that she will watch porn but not regularly. I said “Do the girls in the porn will. I naughtily reach across and undo a couple of buttons, high on her blouse, there now, her young bosoms are more visible, bulbous and firm, I laugh at my drunken debauchery, she would die if she knew she was so exposed to men's eyes, one more button and her tits would fall out, unfettered and available for milking, I was tempted, but left her in her current state, blissfully unawares, still a few photos would not go amiss.The flash caught his attention and he walked across and stood behind her. We laid around talking after we ate and Andy managed to draw Tommy out about his life as an indentured servant.Tommy's earliest memories were of working for an older woman. He couldn't have been more than four or five years old at the time. His duties were mostly household duties like cleaning the kitchen and washing dishes. The lady had taught him to read and write.When this lady died unexpectedly, his indenture was sold to a man who ran a rope walk, where they made ropes for the shipping in.