OK, follow me. She walked further down the alley, Yeah, I followed like an idiot, where's he boyfriend, Is he going to beat the shit out of me .... or... worse? She unlocked a door and let me in, turned and locked the door. Sexual drive and desire is going to get me killed. She smiled and started up some very narrow, steep stairs. Her skirt was short, and walking ahead of me, allowed me to see all of her long shapely legs as well as the lower curve of her sensational ass. I dropped back a little. It seemed like he was trying to make her asshole as juicy as possible. Then he stood back up and began poking and prodding at her asshole entrance with his long cock. Some of the juices escaped her asshole and slathered all over the head of his cock. That’s when I knew what he was up to. Slowly, he began entering inside her asshole…I could see my wife’s fingernails digging into the couch. She stuffed one of the couch pillows into her mouth to scream into, but I could still hear her screaming in. “Night, look around you and remember ...each room reflected the different personalities of the person who used the room. The den and office was your Father and you can tell that when you enter it. It reflects his culture. Your brothers rooms one was into superheros the other into reading. Your room all over the walls poster of sports figures and shelf's containing your sports trophy's” “Then there is the kitchen and sewing room, They were your mother's. There is maps of Ireland and Pictures of. They indeed had much to do, and time was slipping away. ** Nicholas slept with his balding head down on the table, snoring loudly. His wife, Marta, hobbled into the room with the assistance of her cane, pursing her lips and shaking her head when she saw him. "Nicholas, you've fallen asleep again." With a snort, he jerked his head up and looked around in confusion. "No I haven't. I was just thinking." "You snore like a bear when you think then." She slowly crossed the kitchen to where he sat,.