When I checked my phone that evening I grinned when I saw a text saying, ‘Three-nil, three-nil — up the Hammers. Zöe, x’. My sister, Angie, is ...wo years older than me. We met on Sunday at one of her favourite restaurants, a rather yuppified place just round the corner from the Royal Naval College. She lives with a City trader called Mark, who she’s known since she was 14, but he was playing for his pub football team that day so it was just the two of us. We chatted about how our respective jobs. At my apartment, I always used the docking cradle.Packed with the computer material, I found a three-in-one book of New England plants, animals and birds. I bought it as a reference for the trip, but I decided to give it to Sarah. Since I also brought binoculars, she could do some bird watching. She was delighted. In her gear was a pad of paper and a box of pencils. Sarah drew. It was news to me.We set out to explore my hilltop meadow. The main house I knew well by this point. There was another. I'd taken the photos on Friday night, and Saturday I had a date with Theresa Mills. I thought about canceling it, since my mind was filled with distractions, but then I remembered how nice a distraction Theresa could be, and I took her to the Lake.Theresa was catholic, so her limits were pretty firm, but she had nice tits and let me fondle and suck them while she jacked me off. All I could think of as she stroked my cock was Bill Arnold's dong in Ann Macafee's hand, and later in her mouth. I'd. "He could hear the concern in here voice and concentrated on it instead of the wall that kept going in and out of focus making him dizzy."I've been shot." He didn't know how bad, but it wasn't going to stop him from going after Michelle. He glanced up at the mirror to see if he could see his back, instead the writing, bold and black, caught his attention. And held it in a flood of horror. Game over. It wasn't over yet, you bastard. Not while he could still breath."Allie, call the fed at his.