...normally, the idea of giving a stranger a ride after meeting them in a Grocery store would have caused her scoff with disbelief.....but right now, ...he wanted only to be close to this man, to hear his voice, to know more about him....her other errands were a thousand miles away from her mind, and the thought of learning where he was staying and what he was doing here in Winnipeg intrigued her.“Where are you staying, Francesco? Just here on business?”, Lori asked casually. “Si, I am here for. If he was working on Kalliste maybe he could use her help. This Anne girl's diary was important, she was coming to realize, but it could wait.She found him below in the salon. The curtains were pulled and no lights were on. Tony sat on the black leather couch, his face in his hands. A full drink sat on the coffee table. Its liquid was a deep amber at the bottom graduating to almost clear near the top; the liquid was capped by the white detritus of what once were ice cubes."Tony?" Anita asked.. She knew he was still there now, still somewhere in the garden and watching her. She squared her shoulders and straightened her back, but she was trembling even as she put on this act of bravado. Wondering who might be watching from any of the three houses and gardens that overlooked this one. Wondering which of her neighbours, male or female, whom she saw each and every day might be witnessing her standing there in the garden blindfolded and naked all but for a pair of white panties. He sat. This move by him sent tingling sensation in my pussy. I now I wanted his hands inside my pussy. My pussy was flooding with juices. After some time he stopped teasing me and placed his hands on my pussy lips. My breathing was heavier and now. He kept playing with my pussy lips.Then he inserted one of his fingers in my pussy. I gasped, moaned lightly. Now my uncle knew I was enjoying it. So he started fingering my pussy. His rough fingers slid easily into my wet pussy and were feeling great on my.