What about you Mike. Is there anything you need to do to get more comfortable? Is there anything you need me to do?" Mike placed his hands on each sid...e of my hips." If you would mom, raise up some so I can position myself better." I understood what my son was saying. I raised my ass in the air as high as I could. I felt one of his hands come off of my hip. I knew what he was doing with it. I started lowering myself back down on Mike. I felt the head of his dick at my entrance. I lowered myself. "With that big of a crew they went through the townhouse in one fast and furious hour, and, finally, the place had been stripped to the bare walls. While the rest of the crew waited outside, Jon and Tanisha took one last pass through the place, just to make sure nothing had been overlooked or left behind. "You know," Jon said at one point. "In a way it's hard to leave. We've spent three years here, and a lot has happened to us in that time." Yeah," she replied, "We came here with nothing but. This building had once been a church, and Peter had once been a priest, but that was all history now. He’d been excommunicated and, in shame, came here, to the deepest, blackest, most remotely forested place in the country, a village peopled only by hard, taciturn, pagan folk who rarely saw outsiders.The chapel building was a relic of the last attempt to Christianize this place, long before Peter was born. Peter wasn’t sure whatever happened to the priest, but it was probably nothing good, and. She had her clothes back on, the now wrinkled white blouse, that sexy skirt she zipped up, and those killer Goth boots. I was intrigued by her while Eric was already on the couch channel surfing.She went downstairs by herself, declining my gentlemanly offer to walk her to the cab or UBER or friend’s car. I closed the door behind me and said loudly, “Wow.”A minute later, I heard an angry knock on the door.“Who the fuck is that?” Eric said.“Maybe she forgot something,” I said.“Don’t open it,”.