"You're one of those, huh? I wish I were!" she said."If you want to follow me home, we can have lunch on my nice cool veranda."Just don't follow me to... close. Us older guys sometimes make sudden stops—I wouldn't want you to end up on top of me," I laughed.Suddenly that wicked sense of humor of hers, reared its delightful head again."Is that 'cause you think you're going to end up on top of me, later?" she teased, with an impish little giggle.Oh, WOW! I thought, stand back folks! Give me some. "Betty looked at him, "Why are you helping me? Aren't you getting yourself in trouble?"Ed thought for a minute, "I really don't know. I am sure that you had nothing to do with Bynum's death and I can't figure why he wanted you followed. You seem like a very nice person. I can't picture you having anything to do with Bynum. This whole situation bothers me. Something is not right with the whole mess and I can't put my finger on it. When I can't figure a case out it bugs me and I can't rest until. Leaning down, Marcy presses her boobs into Bianca’s face ordering her to suck. She does as she’s told and takes one of Marcy’s nipples into her mouth and starts to suck on it making the woman moan. After a while, Marcy brings out a long rope out of nowhere and starts to tie Bianca’s hands together above her head. This brings a whole new wave of arousal through Bianca as she feels her heart begin to race and her pussy grow moist. Both women had expressed downstairs that they had never been with. We laid down on our towels after a while. Tara had a question for me, “Can I ask you a personal question?” I nodded. “How long since you’ve been laid?”“More years than I want to admit to,” I responded.“For me it was before I came here,” she continued. “That’s way too long for me. I have a boyfriend in Chicago but he’s for convenience. Fun and sex. He hasn’t managed to get his ass down here so far. Would you consider having sex with me? That could benefit both of us.”I was sort of stunned. This.