’ ‘I don’t know, you’ll have to ask them.’ ‘I did, they told me to mind my own business.’ Timothy shambled off to do his homework leavin...g Cynthia to her meal preparations. Her thoughts drifted briefly to earlier that afternoon. She wondered if she should mention it to Brownlow. CHAPTER TWELVE Brownlow’s Story. Something had been bothering me ever since I left Cynthia and I couldn’t put my finger on it. Our investigations on the previous owners of the house had drawn a blank. The Swains had been. Two sets of senses totally alerted to pleasure intake.Alex kept building her pussy’s happiness in brief segments of seconds...the inward push, the outward flesh drawing tug, the internal shove, the external pecker on sensitive labia play...then drilling for a while...then leisurely expressively exploring her cavity of mutual need...then the delicious shallowness that drive girls wild for deep piston thrusting. He hammered her coochie, his pelvis grinding into her buttocks.He got his fingers. Lips, breasts, legs, stomach…I’m in love. Mi amora, con quien soy completa. ‘Chris’, she whispers, sending a wave of eros dilecti through my mind, body, and soul. Little sighs escape her parted lips as I trace her amazing lines with my mouth. From the crease of her collar to the fold of her labia, I take in every delicious taste. She waters my mouth, and drives me wild. I cannot stop kissing her, wanting with every kiss to capture her beauty and bring it as close as I dare. I venture around her. .. fine? That makes no sense, aside from being wet they are perfectly clean and even have a few of the creases left from being pressed which means you weren't in the water, at least not while dressed.Your watch seems to have stopped, your phone is dead, and your wallet is water logged which means all those traveler's checks are worthless, but you have your ID and credit card at least. The strangeness of your surroundings not withstanding you better get up and see if you can find some.