“I want to eat you, I want eat your cum, but perhaps not just now” she said releasing the throbbing pole. It was standing right up towards the sky....“Lye down on the couch” I suggested. She sat down, lifted her other leg on the sofa and sank down, one leg still on the floor.I went down between her legs, taking one of her firm and beautiful breasts in my hand. Simultaneously I moved my head to her soft adorable cunt. It was very wet.Caressing her tit very tenderly I started to lick her lovely. About her she was not too fair but having good structure of 32 28 34 and age is 20.and she was illiterate who lives 2 house ahead of ours. I don’t know why she came there because there was no grass since the shadow of the coconut tree will not allow any plat to grow there so that I can see clearly what is happening down. I thought to make her afraid by putting some coconut near her from top. But I got a fear that if it was missed then so I quietly watched her, since it was noon time actually no. ‘It’s right on the street, well lit and dry.’ She often stood there and occasionally picked up a ‘date’ not long after Popeye’s closed at 2. The traffic at that corner was usually good, even this late. The corner was not far from the intersection of Columbia Boulevard and Ainsworth. It was a sort of main drag for those going towards the east Portland neighborhoods. Besides, the bars around the Lloyd Center were closing and the traffic heading north would pick up on MLK soon. Leah stood under. ..”“Do you think they followed us to Rome?”“Probably. Victor’s people won’t have missed that bird coming and going.”“The we can’t linger...”“No. Our next move is to see if my acquaintance can get us closer to Bridgewater, if he has indeed returned, and we head for him. Wherever Bridgewater wants to be right now, that’s where we want to be.”“Why can’t we just go to him?” Finch asked as they waited in a bustling breakfast cafe on the outskirts of Genoa.Henderson slammed back his coffee and ate.