They looked around twenty seven or so, seven or eight years younger than Brad and I. Andrea was petite and good looking, but oh my god Paul was comple...tely gorgeous. Like my husband Paul was a couple of inches over six foot but was even broader across the shoulders. When he shook my hand he held it, perhaps a fraction longer than necessary, and smiled with a twinkle in his blue eyes. ‘Young and good looking,’ I thought, ‘Perhaps my evening is looking up.’ And it was. Later in the evening I. She leaned on it as she rolled up onto her feet. She reached back between her legs and grabbed my cock to line it up as she fell back and impaled herself on it."So wrong! Fuck me!" she cried out.She leaned her weight onto the edge of the table and started slamming her hips down on me. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting up into her with all that I had. All of the teasing I had been doing to her was going to be my downfall, because I wasn't going to last long at all."Oh fuck, I'm going to. I wished her happy Valentine’s Day, told her I loved her without limits, and kissed her. She returned the sentiment and hugged me pretty firmly. I felt her shake a bit. A shiver may be more of what it was. That was enough. We were still grieving the death of her mother, and it just kind of slid by.We had another run in with the Sheriff and his buddy Craig. He was actually in his wheel chair, Craig was, leg stuck out in a brace to keep it still. It was probably to hold it to let a surgery heal.. When the Sisters sent me here," she stammered, "they-they gave me a thing..." And?" I mean, they said they sent the other part ... to you. For me." She paused, hoping he would nod and hand it over. Instead, he gestured for her to continue. "A key, I mean. I need it. Sir." For what?"She whispered something."Pardon?" ... to relieve myself, sir."Claude raised an eyebrow. "You need a key ... to piss? That makes little sense..." He wanted her to say it aloud. But she didn't know at all what a.