At least I can still do research.So, Brenda owns property under the name of Ashley Lark in San Pedro. I booked a reservation at the Belize Yacht Club,... even though I had to commit to a week’s stay at $165 a night. I also had to book a fifteen-minute flight on a local carrier to get from the airport in Belize City to Ambergris Caye. Typical of Brenda to choose the most touristy party of Belize.I checked my voice mail remotely to see if any message came in from Jordan. Cinnamon had called from my. "I know it's strong, stronger than any wine Canadians are used to, and that's exactly my point."***They spoke for at least an hour. The time was flying by and they didn't notice the pitch black painting the night sky, as the evening sunset darkened under the horizon out of the windows.They spoke about their families, about friends, about movies and about all kind of happy and sad things. She showed him the kitchen, but didn't show him the bedrooms on the top floor. They finally sat on the couch. In a t-shirt and bright spandex shorts, she was glistening with sweat from her run. “Thank goodness you are home” she said. “My shower just broke and I was wondering if you could do me a huge favour and let me use yours. I really need it. “He had to stop himself from offering to lick the sweat off her full womanly body. “Of course you can” he muttered, “I was just heading out to get some groceries so feel free. I’ll be back in an hour or so”. He quickly exited, afraid of sticking around. She began to talk quietly as she continued humping her hips on my shaft. “Just relax,” she tried to reassure me, “just relax. No one will ever find out about this. Just enjoy it.” “Jenny, what about Jason? What about the k**s? What if someone wakes up and comes in here?” “Wakes up?” she replied, “Oh, you still think it’s the middle of the night. It’s actually 9 in the morning. Jason got called into work and will be gone all day. Saturdays the k**s spend with their grandfather so they’ll be gone.