People say they don't ever lock them around here. Yep, opened right up!Inside I found the keys right there on the counter in the small kitchen with a ...note saying the family across the street, the one with the girl having a reputation as being a wild child, had the rest of the keys for the house and tractor. They could show me how to setup the tractor if I was ever going to use it.Whatever.As I looked through the cabinets, pantry and kitchen. I would have expected them to have taken some of this. ”“She’s very pretty.”“Oh, more than that. She loves Melody like you wouldn’t believe. Every time I see them kiss my heart nearly bursts. It just overflows with love and passion.”“Are you a poet, Mr... ? I’m afraid I don’t even know your name.”“I’m Tony Ames and I’m not a poet. I’m just in love with your daughter, Mrs. Anderson.”“And this other woman?”“And with Lissa. My dad calls it a ménage à trois. Are you familiar with the term? It means a household of three.”“Your parents know about. He was continuously calling me all sweet things and telling that you are my wife and I’ll take you with me. After some time he pulled me up, hugged me and fell into the bed. He parted my legs and pushed his big cock into my slippery tunnel. I cried in loud voice since I am used to only thin cock of my hubby and moreover mine was a cesarean operation. He was also sort of crying with happiness or some thing and kept on kissing me and telling me that “I love you”. This made me so excited and also. “What about the sound,” he asked impatiently.“Only one thing sounds like that,” I smiled. “Somebody in that neighborhood was driving a Mustang. And it’s been modified. The motor sounds like it’s cammed and that is definitely not the factory exhaust system.”“Shut up,” he said. “We have no time for your trivial gibberish.” He waved his hand again, and the events on the screen continued.The old black man looked angrily over his shoulder as a heavily modified Mustang drive into view. The car was.