The builder took a break from working on the barn to celebrate Christmas with his family. I didn’t mind since I was living in the trailer by then. H... came in after the first of the new year to build the loft. It was really nothing but a storage space above the ceiling joists. Storage space mostly ran down the center of the building. The edges didn’t have enough head room.Since I had moved everything I wanted from the Shack, where I had lived the last four years, I kind of got nostalgic about. ‘It won’t take long before it’s all over town.’Lucy continued. “That woman is known for her particular enjoyment of performing ... well ... certain sex acts that the Lewinsky woman was known for doing with President Clinton. Do you know what I’m talking about?”“Yes, I do. You mean fellatio.”“That’s right. Nasty stuff. She’s not a very good looking woman, so I guess that’s the price she pays to get male attention.”“Perhaps that’s true. Lucy, do you have a digital camera or a cell phone that. " Here he paused, a thoughtful look passing across his face. "Though, I'm surprised she didn't. I was half expecting Dierdre - that's my ex - to track me down and ask for c***d support. But she never did."Sandra had gone very still at this, her fingers tightening around his. He glanced at her, alarmed. "What's wrong, baby?"Sandra blinked once, slowly, her eyes raising to his. They were wary, filled with dread. "Did you say your ex's name was Dierdre?" she asked, her voice low."Uh... yeah.. Since the clerk seemed to be on the fence about saying yes or no, he decided to take matters into his own hands.Looking around the boutique Dennis took her hand, leading her to a dressing room in the corner. Opening the door, he pushed her in before him and shut the door behind him. It was a kind of tight fit but Dennis did not need much room to fuck her brains out.Seeing a little corner bench, he quickly stripped, hanging his clothes on a hook on the door. Dennis quickly divested her of her.