The only thing I saw that was the least bit suspicious, were three black teenagers scoping the place out. They most likely were wasting their time sin...e if they rattled the door, a very loud firehouse bell rang for three minutes straight. It would then reset it self and wait for the next shake of a door or opening of a window. The bell was a bit of early 20th century firehouse technology, but the sensors and the wireless circuit was very 21st century. The kids lacked the muscle, or the tech. When their fingers met, the curled them together with only a bit of hesitation.Finch was in heaven. His body vibrated in the cold water, two beautiful teens holding his hands, Lauren's foot slowly stroking his leg, his fingers only inches from Hannah's genitals.He caught Lauren giving Hannah a look, the latter smiling and letting go of his hand. "Listen, Georges and I need to go say goodbye to Dad. You two should hang out. Enjoy this place, ok?" Hannah kissed Finch's cheek with a small giggle.. This keeps on for several minutes. She suddenly stops and turns her around and rides him again. She guides his hands to massage her boobs. She starts squirting. Then she beds over the table. Robin needs to get up and will take her doggystyle. But before he penetrate her vagina, he stimulates himself with er thighs and calves. Then he peentrates that pussy and grabs her boobs and staarts doing doggystyle. This is for a few minutes, then he stops. He leads her on the tabel. Her legs are fully. She did call me a greedy bastard, about the last words she ever said to me. I was rather proud of my self control, she was right there and in range and I didn’t even hit her. So instead of parties, vacations like many single, I just went fishing. Usually all by myself, too. With no wife to keep in trinkets, I saved and invested. A few good guesses in the stock market helped a lot so I was quite comfortable. When I needed a bit of relief, I parted with a $100 bill down at a local massage place.