The entrance, great room, parlors and main staircase used hand cut maple. No one did that. Still, the detail was not isolated. Throughout the house, b...tter than the usual quality of wood was used. Often, more than the usual quantity was used as well. I suspected one of the Greggs was involved early on, since that whole family went into wood and finished wood products.Regardless, it was an empty shell. There was not even glass in the windows. Forget electricity. This house predated wood stoves.. Still holding her mouth, I unzipped my trousers and let them fall to my knees, I was not wearing underwear, expectant of what was to come I had chosen not to. My cock was throbbing; the purple bulbous end angry with desire lay in wait for his prize. Still holding my hand over her mouth I plunged my cock deep inside her, ramming him fully to the very depths of her inner warmth. Sara gasped beneath my hand, slowly but rhythmically I began to embed my cock into her. Unable to cry out she felt. She quickly replied, asking if I was single.“Divorced,” I replied.“I wish I was,” Amy shot back.“Maybe we should talk about it,” I answered, testing the waters. Amy and I always had a relationship where we openly talked about things. Mostly, it was her talking and me listening. I knew more about the guys at the apartment complex than anyone, secrets I never disclosed. Why Amy found me to be such a good soul to trust in, I never knew. I often wondered what she might be telling others about me.We. I told her that I would and then I asked her if she'd had any trouble getting Wendy into the house."Well, Herb hasn't called me and said there was a problem so I'm sure everything is all right."Alarm bells started to go off in my head and I asked her what she meant."Well, your place is between my place and Herb's apartment so he dropped me off and he's dropping Wendy off next on his way home. You want his number so you can call him?"I tried calling Herb half a dozen times but got no answer. If.