Emily’s husband had provided enough for her in his will to allow her to keep her little greenhouse behind the shop operable and to live in the resid...nce that was part of the shop. The front of the shop became almost obscured over the years, with tree branches drooping in the yard between the shop and the street out front. The concrete driveway had broken up little by little until it looked more like cobblestones and loose rock. Next door in a house slightly smaller than the flower shop lived. So keep your manner." It is an inane thing to say but I want to keep her calm before she has another melt down here in the tunnels."So you know our names." I say, trying to make conversation. "I am Nosis, this is Alys and the one with the temper is Diana." "What are your names?" I'm Elmer." Says the man with the light. He seems to be interested in us. "That there is Bernard." The light waves around as he tries to point behind us. "You is in the kingdom of the Tunnelers. That is us alright.". (Make ‘em comfortable before I took their balls.). I regretted that eight thousand dollar waste of my allowance. I had sent a slab of the same burly curly walnut to the manufacturer so the chair and desk would match. I will admit the materials matched and the workmanship was first rate. I just couldn’t sit in it.I could sit in it ... I couldn’t nap ... and that’s the biggest reason for my Fashion Minimalist ... it reclines. I have spent the night in it. Some days I’m here too long to drive home. Sara moans as mike fucks her virgin ass. His throbbing cock pounding away at her back door, he moans telling her how long he has dreamed about burying his cock in her plump ass. How many years she moans. At least 6 he grunts. He rubs her swollen clit vigorously as her pussy drips into his hand. Fuck my ass baby , cum in me bro she begs. Holding her hip firmly he plunges his cock into her brown eye. The smell of wet pussy and open ass fills the room. The tightness of her innocence strangled his.