]It wasn't until I didn't come home for dinner that the PIs started getting quite worried about my location. They got one of the younger-sounding PIs ...to call my home and ask for me."Who's calling?" asked Mom."Peter, Mrs. Anderson. I'm one of Mark's classmates at OSU." (They clearly hadn't done NEARLY enough background research on me yet!). Mom immediately knew 'Peter' was one of the PIs hired by the LA money men that Vanessa had warned her about."Mark's not here at the moment, Peter. I'll tell. Thatwas where Nockton Market was, not in an open place but tucked into thelabyrinthine streets and alleys. Some of the shops there were effectivelyopen market stalls stretching back indoors but in other places thestreets themselves were filled - in places from one side to the other -with canopy covers and tables strewn with bric-a-brac or quirky artwork.Obviously I had almost no money to spend but I had never let that determe before. I loved the Narrows. I loved the surprises waiting around. From time to time he's away overnight and occasionally for several days at a time. His wife is a MILF of the highest order! She takes very good care of herself and is very petite. She has a curvy hourglass figure, firm breasts that just beg to be fondled and a tight ass. Often when she's out walking her little dog she'll stop over and talk. The conversation is usually about nothing in particular but since both of us own dogs, it's a convenient excuse to come over and chat.When I'm home alone. Assets ;)..she lets her jaw drop and feels her body quake. She tightens herself up and moans out of pleasure of just looking. ** DeathsServant smirks proudly at your reaction, a light blush dusting his cheeks. He kicks off his stiletto heels then moves to straddle you once more, rocking his hips down so the engorged tip of his length brushes teasingly against your slit. ** creature shifts lightly as you straddle her and moans her eyes shutting tightly as your length teases her slit. She lifts.