She felt like, hell she was, acompletely different person than she was just a few minutes ago. Shewas a new person, separate from Alex, and it just di...dn't feel rightcalling herself by that name anymore. Sure she could just be Alexis orAlexandra, but that just seemed lazy. It's very rare that someone getsa chance to pick out their own name and she wanted to be creative withit. Looking up at the bright, white sphere illuminating the night onename crept into her thoughts. Selene, it seemed oddly. - Thanks for having me, Mr Johns - I cooed and immediately felt embarrassed but he seemed excited. His flat was decent. Not posh nor impressive, yet again, but something I didn't find difficult to believe a lone 50-year-old would happily settle for. I mentioned the money, probably a little too early, but he silenced me: - We'll talk of money later. Let us drink wine. - Let us eat cake! - I laughed and the shiraz started flowing. And then his own bottle of nasty supermarket wine. It was soon. “It’s no wonder Greg wants you, just look at you.” Eva pulled at my sticky little panties with her teeth and then let them snap back on my already tender little pussy. I moaned and rocked my hips, begging for her to please start, please lick me, push her expert tongue inside my cunt. Eva seemed to sense my eagerness and pushed open my thighs kissing down as she moved her hands back into my waiting snatch. With grace and beauty she smiled and once again I was reminded why all men go crazy for. As expected my mother and father in law were both out for the day and not expected back until early evening, my wife Sarah had called them in the morning and agreed it would fine for me to use the chainsaw and carry on.I set up in an area behind the stables and went about sawing and chopping the logs. By about 3 o’clock the sun had come out strong and I was feeling the heat even after I'd stripped to my shorts and boots. I sat on the grass and took a drink from the bottle of water I'd brought.