No. I was about five blocks from my house when I knocked on Mr kings door. I asked if he had anything that needed done. He smiled and said come on in....He was an older man, in his fifties, with a bit of a gut. He said with all the hours he had to work, he doesn't have time to do any yard work. I said I'd be happy to do it for him. Mr king showed me where his lawn equipment was. I had finished cutting and raking the front yard when he came out. You do good work, he said. After bagging up the. At least Margarite was. She was almost ecstatic about seeing me. She pranced, and high stepped. Ran up to me at the fence, then turned at the last second and bolted off the other way.Finally, after about 10 minutes, she slowly sidled up to where I was and nuzzled me. Baby girl was glad daddy was home. She got a butterscotch and 30 minutes of loving for her efforts.Jughead meanwhile was more than happy with the oat and parched corn mix that Suzy was feeding him. It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy to. He uses it to pull me toward him, pull me into him, breathing me in as I am breathing him in. Almost unwittingly, my fingers explore just beneath the waistband of his boxers, feeling the soft skin between his hips interrupted by the curly hairs of his trail. I exlpore my way downward, downward, till my fingers are dancing in the crease where his thigh meets his torso. I tease him, moving my fingers all over him without actually touching the skin of his balls or his cock. I hear his breathing. The next months went by, and my manager informed me that Vanessa would be coming up to work in our office with us. I couldn’t have been more excited to be able to spend hours alone with her in a dark room. More and more fantasies ran through my head. The first day we worked together, we watched a shoplifter for about an hour. Being a gentleman, I offered to go down and make the stop. When I got back in the office with the shoplifters, she had this look in her eyes that I’ll never forget. A.