The beginnings of good governace.

About 45 minutes later they were joined out by the fire by Amy arriving with Massie Monaghan.

“Hi Dad,” Amy called out as she sniffed the air around the two men detecting an unfamiliar scent.

“And this is what you two old soaks get up to all day is it?” Massie asked her husband as she lent in for a kiss hello.

Spencer gave his daughter a hug while John offered the moonshine to Massie. She wrinkled her nose at the smell as well. “Care to try some buried treasure?” John asked.

“Not in a million years. It’s like I’m smelling rocket fuel,” Massie laughed as she pushed the offending container away from her nose.

“Have you got any homework sweetie?” Spencer asked Amy.

“A little,” she told him.

“How about you get started on that now then? John and Massie are going to stay for dinner. You can order whatever you like for us when you feel yourself getting hungry.”

Amy was a diligent girl with her school work. Spencer had never had to get strict with her about staying on top of things. She wasn’t top of the class but a respectable top 10 in most classes. Her teachers had always given Spencer very positive performance reports when he’d discussed her academic performance with them.

Outside the adults discussed a mixture of business and pleasure. Massie enquiring if Danielle had made it to New York alright. He admitted he hadn’t heard from her just yet but would call her later tonight. He hadn’t wanted to trouble her too quickly on the first day of her training course. Massie commented that Dani’s bank must think very highly of her if they were putting her in for training to be a fully-fledged Bank Manager in her own right. Spencer agreed that she was highly intelligent and very capable at her job. Massie raised something that Spencer hadn’t thought about though. What if Danielle was to be offered a manager’s position at another location and not just Avonwick. It was something they hadn’t considered. They were still new to their relationship, not even certain if they were exclusive with each other until Danielle got home and they talked about it then. Spencer shrugged his shoulders at the thought and told Massie they would cover that bridge if and when they came to it.

While waiting for dinner, the two men wisely made the decision to switch to drinking hot tea rather than continue with beer or wine, or; heaven forbid; more of that extremely powerful moonshine. The sun had been down for an hour or more when Amy came back out to the fire with her arms full of pizza boxes. Massie helped her to pass them out to everyone and the four of them ate happily in the crisp night air warmed by the flickering fire.

Getting towards late evening, John and Massie Monaghan had left and Amy had put herself to bed after watching some TV after dinner. Spencer retired to the bedroom on his side of the house. Getting undressed down to his boxers and a nightshirt, Spencer crawled into his bed and gave Danielle’s hotel a call on his mobile.

Dani had only just got back to her suite by the time Spencer had rung. She’d shared a couple of drinks with some of the other attendees at the course. Picking up the phone Dani felt a little flushed and swiffy from a glass of wine or two too many. “Hello?” she answered.

“Dani? Hi, it’s Spencer. How’s the course? How are you?” he asked her.

“Spence!” Danielle was delighted to hear from him already. She’d wondered if he would call her at all during their open two weeks. “I’m so happy to hear from you. The course is good. It’s a little bit of hard work but I’m sort of used to the types of things the banks want us to do already. The trip down was ok. A little bit sore right now if I’m being honest.”

“Sore? Are you ok? What happened?” Spencer was worried that she might be hurt.

Danielle’s lips had been loosened by the after-work drinks. “That big cock of yours happened.” She lay back on the hotel bed, spreading her legs and giving herself access to her panties under her business skirt. “My pussy’s only little and you were very rough with it the other night,” she spoke huskily into the receiver.

“Fuck Dani!” Spencer sore.

She hadn’t really intended to play with herself, just stir Spencer up a little bit when she heard him swear Dani simply had to pull her knickers to the side and touch her clit. Gasping she continued, “you’d like this big bed in my hotel room Spencer. You could throw me down on it and fuck me hard once again. Don’t you want to hear me moaning as you knock the headboard up against the wall? Imagine all the guests in the other rooms listening to me as you fuck me hard!”

Spencer moaned in such desire. His cock was ridged in his boxers. He hurriedly kicked them down around the bottom of the bed leaving his long thick cock sticking up through the sheets.

“Oh, God Dani! I’m so fucking hard right now!” Spencer urgently whispered when Danielle had finished cawing and could speak to him clearly again.

“Do something about it,” she told him. Perhaps she’d better stop drinking at the end of the day until she got back to Avonwick.

It was Danielle’s turn to listen in as Spencer wrapped his hand around his cock and started to stroke his tall meat. She could hear his husky breathing and the sound of his strokes through the phone line. The drinks earlier delayed his arrival so much that Danielle joined back in with Spencer, rubbing her clit urgently for a second time. The two amorous lovers telling each other what they wanted to do to the other at that very second, their thoughts and fantasies getting ever more graphic until Spencer heard Danielle scream out in orgasm for a second time. Dani's loud throaty moans **** Spencer across the point of no return. Suddenly recalling that this wasn’t a planned event and that he had nothing to contain his mess, Spencer had to kick the blankets away sharply with his feet and then could only try and face his chin away as he pumped cum up and all onto the shirt he’d been wearing. The material darkened where the trails of his loosened cum landed all over his stomach and much further around his chest and neck. It wasn’t ideal but it would be better than making a very large and sticky mess all his clean bed.

Satisfied and giggly the two wished each other a contented goodnight and that they would speak again later in the week. Spencer got up out of bed for a fresh pair of nightclothes while Danielle changed out of her business suit and went and took a shower.

With the moonshine, and Danielle’s, help; Spencer had one of the deepest and best nights of sleep he’d had in a very long time. Still, he was up before Amy and had a full cooked breakfast on the stove by the time she came out of her room in the morning.

“Smells good,” Amy commented as she pulled the orange juice from the fridge and two glasses down from the cupboard.

“Much better than plain cereal,” Spencer said. It was Amy’s go-to breakfast in the mornings he was too slow in getting out of bed to cook properly.

The father and daughter ate together happily. Spencer topped up his insulated travel mug with coffee while Amy went and got changed into her school uniform. They were almost first in line to drop off, which was unheard of, having driven the 15 minutes to Amy’s school.

The car in front of theirs belonged to Loren Chapman. She was just wishing goodbye to her son after which she turned towards Spencer. Setting a firm but thin smile on her face she approached Spencer who was just wishing goodbye to Amy.

“Good morning Spencer. Would Thursday during the day be a good time for you to go over the transfer of PTA responsibilities?” she asked. Her previously frosty demeanour on the election night had been replaced by societal politeness.

He supposed that was better than open hostility. Spencer recalled that he was seeing Miss Wolfe on Thursday though. A change of times in the way of a peace offering might do much to soothe her hurt feelings and achieve Spencer’s goals at the same time.

“I have a medical appointment that day, unfortunately. How about dinner at my house Thursday night? Or Wednesday even?” It was better to offer a couple of alternatives when getting the other person to change their plans.

“Well, that sounds lovely Spencer. I’ll have to find a sitter but I think sooner rather than later would be best with everything that goes into being the PTA President. Shall we make it Thursday evening?” Loren positively beamed at the offer. An invite to the handsome Spencer Askren’s house would be quite the thing to make up for losing the Presidency when it came time to gossip about her own achievements to her friends.

“Thursday night it is then. And there’s no need for a sitter. Amy can watch over your daughter, I’m sure. Vicki isn’t it?” Spencer asked, he couldn’t quite remember the name of Loren’s youngest child.

“Victoria.” Spencer was corrected. “And of course, Amy will be there. I hadn’t thought of that,” Loren Chapman said, her mind distracted and elsewhere for just a moment which Spencer found a little strange. Still, Loren couldn’t quite take her hands off the PTA just yet. Getting back to business, “once I’ve handed everything across, you’ll want to call your first council meeting as soon as possible.”

Spencer smiled politely but didn’t say anything. He didn’t know yet if he wanted to run things differently than Loren Chapman just yet. He would wait to see how dinner and the handover went before he came to any decisions. Bidding Loren goodbye, for now, Spencer swivelled his head around the drop-off area making sure that Amy had gotten into the building safely and then headed off into Avonwick once again.