His finger tips massaged my ‘g’ spot as his ring rubbed against my clitoris. He was an expert in finger fucking, applying the right pressure on my... ‘g’ spot and rhythm. My head was spinning from the intoxicating effect of the expert finger fuck and the knowledge that a relative stranger was doing this to me in a public place only feet’s from my hubby. He now mauled my entire crotch with his palms and was ruthlessly squeezing my mons. I felt excited but also a little angry at his presumption. I. I knew we made a sexual connection right then when I saw him smile and felt his hand caressing my head - softly and tenderly. I knew that if I touched my 8 inch hard dick - even for a second - I would shoot my load - so I didn't touch my dick at all. That's how sexually charged I was! I sucked his cock for a while and then I took it out of my mouth so I could tell him how much I loved his big black dick and how incredibly wonderful it was to have it in my mouth. Then he talked - dirty talk -. " he said, softly.* * *" So this is who you are.. " said Ine, looking at a book, " so young... how sad... " * * *" .... so young.. how sad... " repeated the voice.Greg stripped down to his boxers, for a good night's rest." Man, I hope I get better soon, " he said, " first with all this.. and this voice... oh man... "Greg sighed and threw his homework on the floor, not giving it another thought. He flopped down on his bed and went to sleep.* * *" Where.. am I? " said Greg, finding himself. I picked up the balance because I didn't want to add any pressure about money along with all the other problems she had to deal with." Interesting," Dad said. "The P.I. says the townhouse she lives in is owned by a corporation. The agency is currently trying to trace the ownership back through a labyrinth of other corporations, some of them offshore, to determine the real owner of the residence. I suspect Melville's name will surface at the end. By the way, the townhouse is free and clear - no.