Can I ask why?”Claire stood up and smiled “These three people have committed fraud and possibility stealing. They have acted as the owners of this...hotel and tried to sell it to the true owner. Here is their letter of intent.”The policeman asked then “Is this true?”They both replied “Yes.” without realising what they just said. The police placed handcuffs on both of them. Claire then continues “This person took over the role of manager here under, I believe, false pretences. A letter downstairs. Still Beth’s pussy’s craved play time too… it would not be denied….she was teasing her clit with her fingers while her arse was pucker fucked.“My cunt now…please” …the politeness more confronting than her crude language for her fem-cave. She was clearing the table with her butt, the paperweight push back, the letter opener nearly stabbing her ivory skin, a photo frame hitting the floor and breaking… diocese letterheads fluttering, floating momentarily, then s**ttering and. I made sure I moved slowly, pulling my dress to reveal my bum completely to them, before standing up, blowing them a kiss and going outside to join my friends. To get to the beer garden meant walking around the outside of the pub, via the car-park and through a wooden gate. Once through it, there was a large grassy area with half a dozen large tables and benches. Although I’d grown up close to the pub, this was the first time I’d been into that area of the pub and was amazed how good the view. . You have never kissed agirl period, have you?" Well ...I." Johnny turned red before changing the subject. "Can wejust get out of here now? Obviously I'm ready to get the hell out ofhere please!" Almost, but one last little adjustment because guys notice thesethings," said Heather, grapping the electric razor again and slightlylifting his skirt."Wait, what the hell." Johnny grabbed her hand."Relax, I'm just wiping away the peach fuzz. You're not really hairy,so it's nothing!" Heather pushed.