When I scanned my way back up the mirror to check my make-up again, I gasped in shock. In the mirror, over by the door, was his reflection. It couldn�...��t be; what was he doing here? I turned around and met his green eyed gaze. “What are you doing here?” “I can’t congratulate the bride on her special day?” He looked me up and down with a predatory glare. The one that always makes me wet. “No! You shouldn’t even be here. You should leave.” I began to back away as he calmly approached me. “Now why. The inspection pit was so disgusting I filled it in and concreted over it. We filled a seven tonne skip with rubble and rubbish ... I sometimes said, when someone commented on the 'character' of the house, that;"Most of the 'character' went into a skip."But we tried hard to keep the original feel. We found that four of the original doors were intact and... 'original' under the hardboard sheets. The staircase and door-frames had to go – dry rot.An electro-osmotic damp-proof course was installed,. Secretly, they wanted to get home and experimentwith the hopefully magic rings, so they could not concentrate on thecrass, tacky seen-it-all-before attractions.Travelling in Harry's barely roadworthy little European Fiat, they bothraced back to Tina's home exhilarated. As luck would have it, Tina'smother was not in, working the late shift at the hospital and sinceTina's father had not returned home after nipping out to a bar fiveyears ago, the house was empty.They moved into the kitchen to. I helped her in doing this.Now I can see her ass and pussy hairs and I forgot to tell you that she doesn’t wear a panty. I came to know about this last year, when I went to Bauji’s home and found that there is no ladies underwear lying between the clothes on the roof and also searched the wardrobe and found only bras, hurray no panties!I told her that this bending exercise will be beneficial for her knee joints. Now I moved to her thighs. She told me it is not required but I convinced her. Then.