" He had a damp meter in his hand which he slapped against the wall the red light flickered briefly and went out. "Is good. No damp in walls. I have b...en upstairs but not checked thoroughly yet." He had a morose expression as he spoke. I think he possibly thought it wasn't worth even trying. I however looked at the house from a different aspect. Tenuous it may be but I had a familial attachment to this house."Right. Start on a thorough inspection. If you need more time, I will pay you a daily. “You can always try it and let me know.”Next thing I knew I had been picked up and placed on the dining room table. Bill pulled up a chair and sat down between my thighs. He licked the insides of my thighs as though he didn't want to waste a drop. My pussy was pulsing in anticipation. I was half sat up watching his progress as he made his way towards my wet, sticky hole.I felt hands on my shoulders guiding me onto my back and as I lay back my head was hanging off the table. I was greeted with. I was apprehensive at first, wondering if I was hearing him correctly. I asked myself "Does he really know about me?"But by now the marvelous sensation of his body pressed up against mine and feel of his strong hands holding me were overwhelming my senses.My brain might be telling me "No Chrissie be careful." but my body was saying "Yes Chrissie Yes."He bent his head down an began to kiss me. Soft, sweet, light and wonderful kisses that soon became morepassionate and deeper. His tongue. “Frenchy, I want you to meet Kellyanne Corcoran. She and I want you to marry us.”“But I thought you said she was already your wife.”“I’ve been calling her my wife so folks would know she’s taken. Now I want to be married to her for real.”Before they left, Jeremiah turned to Frenchy’s desk and wrote a message for him to send.“I’ll get this sent right away, Jeremiah. I already know what you’re aiming to do,” Frenchy told him as he read the part about Jeremiah wanting his US Marshal’s badge sent.