The nipple responded by stiffening more and I suck it gently before moving to the other breast. My hands moved to the button of her jeans and I pushed... it through its eyelet. I fumbled with the zip while sucking her right nipple and then tugged and eased her jeans down over her knees to the floor where she kicked them off. I brought my hands up her soft thighs, stroking inside and out while moving from nipple to nipple with my mouth. I still hadn’t glanced down, savouring the surprise for as. Afterwards, as we bothcleaned up and prepared for bed, me slipping into a baby doll nightiethat I knew was Graeme's favourite, he looked over at me and smiledruefully. "Mr and Mrs Stokes, can you believe it? Bet you could neverhave imagined us getting married when I was your landlord, eh?"I laughed. "Well, certainly not when I was Martin Riley!" A thoughtstruck me. "Here, you didn't fancy me as a man, did you? It's okay if youdid," I hastened to add, "I'm just curious."Graeme shook his head. "I. I could only stare at the crisp new bills shaking my head. “Will these not do?” Sheila asked an almost look of confusion on her face.“No, I think they are far too new looking, it might be suspicious.” I replied.Sheila was quiet a moment then two more older slightly wrinkled bills came out of the same opening on her side. “Perhaps these will suffice better?”I looked at the two older looking twenties then nodded. They appeared to be just what one might expect from a traveler. I was about to walk. "We're taking lower strata stability samples." Why in God's name are you doing that?!" he demands.Ridgeway jerks her thumb towards the road that borders the back edge ofthe cemetery. There's a wrought iron fence between the road and thelast line of graves, the line that contains the final resting places ofTerry and Jackie Thompson."The city's looking to build a new sewer line along the utilityeasement that runs with that road over there." You can't put a sewer in here, it's a cemetery!" We know.