I am enjoying the feeling of the butt plug inside as I slowly walk towards the gate, looking at the gardens and lawn that surrounds the homestead. The... cool fresh air invigorates my naked flesh.There is a gatehouse at the end of the path. I wonder if I might be seen from beyond the gate, but even the gate is set well back from the road. I see no-one.I collect the box of goodies, and turn back towards the homestead. It is a regal, solid and imposing building. Over a hundred years old, but in. Just maybe ... I might go swimming.Abbie stepped out on the patio ... she looked ... professional.“There are meals for Friday and Saturday in the Fridge. Your beer cooler is full. Take the clothes out of the washer and swap with the clothes in the dryer, hang the dryer clothes in your closet. Wash the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. Cut the fucking grass with YOUR fucking mower, the garden is weeded. Clean the pool. The contractor is coming by ... write him a check for the roof.. A little over an hour later, the wind had picked up and the clouds got dark, like it was getting ready to thunderstorm soon, as me and my dad had gotten everything packed up in the car.As we were on our way back going down Route 51, well It started pouring; I could barely see to drive. And according to the radio, there was no sign of letting up. There was a chain of severe thunderstorms rolling through our area. So, I said to my dad, "It's too bad to drive dad! I can hardly see. And it's going. She didn’t look at his eyesuntil he stopped again. They were deep into the hallway. The women’s bathroomwas at the far end, and they were effectively cut-off fromthe restaurant eyes. She wanted to scream, but again found his eyes. Herbody was still twitching from her sexplay with Tom. Itcontinued to twitch as the stranger’s eyes beheld her inthe tight dress. She felt his gaze as it met her breasts —it practically spilled across them like a hot liquid. Theymoved.