. i took of my jacket and shoes and started to crawl into the living room. in there i removed all of my clothes and kneeled down.. facing her bedroom... door i expected her to come out from there but she came from behind.. i could hear he steps ( she was obviously wearing high heels) approaching her slaveboy. i feeled her hand on my shoulder slowly travveling down to my chest. the she came around. she was wearing a black lacquer bustier with suspenders to her black stock,ings , some black panties. He purchased a three-pack of Magnums, a tallboy Bud Light, and some swisher sweets.Over in Illinois, Doug and Alia had just finished fucking. She was curled up in the bed. Her husband saw her contemplative look and said carefully, “Talk to me, love.”“I’m okay,” she pushed him off.“No, sweetie. You know you can tell Daddy anything. What’s on your mind,” asked Doug utilizing his many years of graduate education.“Well,” she started. “I was just thinking about it.”“It...Meaning, when you were. John-Easton was a strange one, that's for sure. And the toxins in her body ... You do know what caused her death, don't you?" Drugs overdose?" Amongst other things," said the doctor. "However, we shall be discreet. And not just about her illegal drugs habit, of course. I hope she's left something for you in her will." I'll just have to wait and find out," said Tamara who hadn't thought about that possibility before.Of course, Zoe had died intestate. Naturally. When would she have found the time. Fuck, it really couldn’t get any better than this! Grinning cheekily at Lauren, I run over to the bed and leap up excitedly onto it. I lie down and, staring up at the ceiling, wait in thrilling anticipation for Lauren to get on top of me and ride the living shit out of me. It’s as her bare breasts traverse over my chest like congenial cushions that I sense the potent warmth of them, they hover millimetres above my skin and cause a beautiful tingling sensation to arise in my receptive body and.