Looking through the sheet of water, everything is blurry. I stick my hand out and throw some water on you. It’s kewl and refreshing. You grab me fro... behind and for a minute we enjoy the view. Sun shining through makes a few small rainbows dance on the cavern walls. I pull the hair on your arms and wiggle my ass against your crotch. You slip one hand into the front of my shorts and begin rubbing my already damp pussy. Every time you push on my clit, I jump back into your hardening cock. I reach. " I promise I will get in touch this week. Do you know where Jenny Wrenlives?" No, I have always contacted her by phone."I was now worried for Jenny Wren and asked around if anyone knew whereshe lived. Eventually someone said that she lived alone in a flat in ahouse in Bing Street in Earls Court. It was a house near the end of theroad, at the junction.It was well gone ten o clock by the time I could sneak outside to make acall. DS Walters was grumpy and short on the phone, but became alert. We arrived at the café, “Hello Frank, who’s this?” asked Doris giving Dennis the once over, “This is Dennis, his company are cleaning my carpets” I replied and we ordered a coffee. We sat talking for a while and Den was telling me about his business which was quite an eye opener, Sophie was good at getting the work and Kate was good at grafting although he did tell me that she sweats a lot as the cleaner is quite steamy. His wife Trish did the accounts and it all worked well. They had 5-star. “Me neither,” Melinda says.“Most buildings are caved in and those that aren’t don’t have working doors or windows,” Harry adds. “Not sure if they’d provide sufficient cover.”“Guess we stand our ground then,” I reason as I test my new bat. “Those things don’t carry weapons; aren’t smart enough. And only the first wave is a real threat as they’ll be the fastest and strongest of the group. If we can withstand that initial attack, we just might survive.”“Why’s that?” Melinda asks as she rips away.