Guiding her hand between my legs, I allowed her to take long swipes over my wet open canal. She made me feel so special, telling me how sexy and good ...ooking I was. I loved the attention and the only sound coming from me was the low pitched moans of pleasure. When Zac turned up we were already done playing but didn’t bother to get dressed again. We were being lazy on the sun lounger as we enjoyed tanning ourselves and in the afterglow we still played footsies but slowly disengaged from the. Ever since I'd first climbed into bed the day before, I found myselfsettling into something of a routine. I would sleep for a few hours,wake up and relieve myself, then go and gulp up as much as I could eatbefore returning to bed again. And the cycle continued.I rummaged through the kitchen and finally ended up toasting two slicesof bread while microwaving a TV dinner. It was hard to stay there thatlong, and I ached to just get back in bed, but my grumbling stomachwouldn't let me. I just had to. I excused myself again and headed down the street to see if my attorney was making any progress.At he attorney’s office I dropped off some papers I had found in her mothers desk. They were Anita’s birth certificate and some school records. I also found a family bible that listed the names of grandparents going back several generations, it gave the names of all the children born, important to me was the omission of any siblings to Dora. That indicated no aunts or uncles on her side of the. Sheer white stay-up stockings led my eyes up her long, slender legs to the briefest red leather mini skirt I have ever seen. You could clearly see her cunt below the hem line, and her arse cheeks from the rear, sensational! Her top was some sort of white lace material, and completely see-through so I could see hadn’t worried about a bra, but she had put jeweled nipple-clamps on her tits instead! She had put her hair up, and her make-up would have done a $10 hooker proud with bright red lipstick.