" She slipped past her."Goodnight."Lying in bed she wondered about this mysterious invitation. How did they know her name? Why invite her and not Ann?... Was this a joke? Was this mansion really boarded up? She had to find out.After work the following day, Elizabeth got in her car and started for Salem. She couldn't stop thinking of that strange invitation. There was something interesting and almost eerie about the whole thing. She had to at least see it. After a few wrong turns and a nice person. "I'm going to tell you exactly what you're going to do. First, you're going to get into your car; get yourself some coffee, and then go close your bank account." Bonnie already took the money out of it," replied David in a subdued voice."Tsk, tsk, Davie, Davie. I'm not talking about the six hundred or so dollars that you kept in your joint account. I'm talking about the twenty eight thousand dollars you have in your own private account!"David was bewildered and wondered how Greg knew about his. .still. I wasn't gonna be distracted. I kinda trotted to the bathroom...stripped quickly and freshened up after a shower...waltzed into the room like a jay bird and climbed back in the sack with my new amorphous love. Tony suggested we have dinner and a show at Mothers...and we have each other as appetizers. Great minds...I climbed under cover, and we pretty much repeated the same dance as last night, only with more passion, fewer fumbles, more groans and cum all over the place. We were. Taking a step back, she looked down at him. “Boy, you stepped in it this time.” She walked away, her plastic cock bobbing gently, incongruous, impossible, when framed by her full woman’s hips and the way she rolled her ass when she walked. She paused at the dinner table and sipped the wine looking back over her shoulder at him, half turned. He just couldn’t get enough of looking at her, and felt himself getting hard again as he gazed at the divine line of her breast in the bustier, and her ass.