“That’s right. I’m telling you, Rosie’s got a real talent for this.”Which gave me an idea. I’d write the Gilmore Girls, see what they thou...ght of it.Two of Reverend Venerable’s Deacons drifted off. Were here one day and then weren’t. With Andrew Cummings in jail, that meant there were nine Deacons left. That was still a lot of firepower.I wouldn’t say that Little River was totally tamed. Civilized. It was growing and expansion meant new people. There were still saloon fights, usually just a. They crossed to the bed and one held up a badge, “inspector Porter and my partner is inspector Daniels.”I nodded, “I expected you.”He shifted, “you have a protectors license. Your client told us he had no idea why anyone would try to kill him.”I snorted, “if that were true why hire a protector?”He grinned and the other inspector chuckled. He looked and then sat in the seat, “that is what we believe also. Anyway you were there, tell us what happened.”I looked at the ceiling, “we came from the. This time, though, what Lauren heard as she passed his door stopped her dead in her tracks. Instead of a solid wood door, the door to the old game room – Grampa’s room – was made up of small slats, and Lauren could hear everything inside very clearly. Inside her Grampa’s room, she heard her mom moaning and crying out, the same way Lauren had heard her moan and cry out once when she had gone upstairs to her parent’s room and realized her mom and dad were ‘doing it’. She wondered why her mom and. ’ ‘I want your hands to roam my arse and cunt. Stick a few fingers up there, and rub me until I cum.’ was her sexual reply. I granted her wish, and began to grope her firm arse. It felt perfect against the shape of my hand, almost like it was made for me. ‘Admit it, Emma, you hate wearing you’re clothes.’ ‘I hate wearing my clothes. I had to rush to put on this outfit and it looks terrible’ she replied, in her sweet tone. ‘Maybe it would look better on the floor?’ I said, with a suggestive.