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Things went forward with her eventually in retirement with a pension that Marty provided. He still got his bi-weekly dates until he died. His two ladies, continued to live in his condo and they became her close friends with a very notable and loving man in common memory. THE CONDO COMMUNITY: I am sitting in my living room in my expensive and outrageously comfortable Stress Less Recliner, one of the few luxuries that I have allowed myself in my newly taken condo. I moved into this condo in the first wave of new owners pov when the Sully Brothers got done with the complete refurbishing of it. The buildings and the empty lot in between had been purchased by Marty Jensen another retiree who now occupies the combined and remodeled four condo composite on the opposite facing building. This condo community is absolutely anal about its allowed leasers and owners. A person has to apply through Wind City Realty’s renter and condo sales offices, and then go through a background check by the Mount Beaver Detective Agency. Since, I have lived and been gainfully employed in this city since I graduated from Business School at the age of 20, I guess I passed muster. And being granted entry to this community has been one of the best things that has ever happened to me. The buildings and amenities are pristine. It has a very substantial security presence that is continually monitored on site. In addition two of the front building lower apartments are continually occupied by law enforcement personnel with free parking for their cruisers. They even have security monitors in their apartments for them to check in on when they desire to do so. When Marty first bought this place, he through the Blossom Legal Team, cleared out any and all disruptive influences on site, including a very noxious pimp, who simply disappeared into thin air. Some assert that the famous Bash Brothers had something to do with that. Even Big City has its urban legends. I have never married, but had a couple of close calls, since I am a reasonably decent looking and fit man. But, I was totally turned off by the whole wedding industry that seems to be operated with the sole purpose of plunging newly married couples into a pit of financial ruin that many of them never escape. I never saw the relationship between a large expensive diamond ring set and extended marital happiness. Nor, the addition of a very expensive wedding to that, either. And since this put me at odds with the prevailing feminine opinions, I decided after a couple of stockings marriage prospectives collapsing over my monetary concerns, just to dump the whole arrangement and live childless and free to share in intimacies with a variety of women. Some of whom were ones that had at one time been interested in a more permanent status with me. Worked out fine for me, and also for a number of ladies who shared a residence and bed with me until they could find a guy to indulge their glorified marital ceremony excesses. They never seemed to hold any of this against me, just their breasts, mouths, asses and pussies. And in several cases, still once in a while even after the grand event. Evidently reducing the stress between very fatigued husbands and their lusty wives who needed attentions more regularly than their otherwise beloved husbands could provide. My current live-in is a young woman, sister to the one that lives with Marty across the united condo community. Her name is Marci, and Opal is the companion of Marty. They are japanese two of five daughters of a very lax mother. Evidently their father had abandoned the family under the estrogen ambush of six females and left handjob things to his exwife, just a too common occurrence in our societies these days. So, mom an enterprising sort began to lend out her older daughters for financial return, all asian done with hidden unofficial methods of return of payment. Out of this, Marty got a terrific young lover and friend, and I got her younger sister in the same manner. Neither of us were complaining about that. And evidently the two girls had decided that they never wanted to marry and were just fine with their current manly arrangements. I remember her first night with me. I didn’t know Marty at that time, and was not living in the condo community yet. It was almost painful but she just said relax your going to love this. I thought she might give it a handjob chaste peck. The girls were on their own but June said she would like it if the girls could stay at Sarah’s for the night as she wanted James to feel like he could spent the night and June was not sure how he would react with the asian girls at home. 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