Perhaps that was why she loved the leaves — they meant the coming of the fire. The leaves would be collected, raked into a big pile and then the tre...asure hunt began. Anything that could or would burn was added to the pile — a fallen limb or tree was gold, but old fences, broken furniture, one year even an old tumbledown shed. And the higher the pile grew the more excited she became, counting down the days to Burn Night. There was always a second pile too, but this was different. It wasn’t the. Cale had a knack for making me laugh. It was something that had always been high on my list of ideal qualities in a man. ‘You have a beautiful laugh Grace.’ Yep, I was definitely in over my head. I just hoped I could learn to swim before it was too late. I got into the office early on Monday morning. I wanted to make sure I had everything together for the meeting with Cale and Brent. OK, so I knew Cale would love whatever I did, but I was a professional. I couldn’t do anything less than my. She sounded tired, and weary, she wanted Chris to call her back as soon as he could, Chris decided now was as good a time as any. He went to his living room and turned on the news. He watched for a moment watching the different aftermaths of the different locations from the previous day. The shooting in Chicago had been the worst, just 5 guys shooting at a football game, which honestly had pretty laxed security for the always sold out 65000 seats in the stadium. An amateur’s cell phone video. I pulled her panties down her thighs and off slowly, admiring the view of the lower half of her body. My hands glide up and down her legs, feeling their smooth contour. She must have shaved very recently, maybe even this morning. Responding to a force as basic as magnetism or gravity, the fingers on my other hand glide between her legs and rubbed her warm and wet slit with the lightest pressure from my thumb. I knelt down to get a better view of her pussy and smiled at the sight. With a slight.