My hands kept on until they met his, and we just held each other for a moment, both worried and excited about what was to come next. I could sense the...exact same emotions in him, as I myself was experiencing.He was now completely naked. I took a step back, letting go of his hands. I wanted to see him and let the emotions wash over me like a gentle breeze. He was no bull, but took good care of his body. A tight chest, strong arms, flat belly, and something that made my heart race again. His. After that she sorta disappeared.” Monica explained.“Was she a genius or just a good projects manager Monica?” Eric asked as he finally became interested.“Oh, she’s definitely a certified genius all right. Member of MENSA, you know, the high IQ society, top 2% of the general population on an approved intelligence test and all the other stuff that goes along with it.” Monica laughed.Janis Ross Whitney, 34 years old, smooth olive colored tanned and toned skin, short curly dirty blond hair. Why is she so sad? I hear her daughter died of the fever in thewinter. She was probably about your age, from the talk that I hear."The woman didn't seem to notice the three spies looking at her throughthe iron gates.She placed the rose on the grave and walked back toward the manor."Well boys, we've got to get home," the woman told her sons. "Your fatherwill be home from the mill soon. He'll be wanting supper."Home, that wasn't what=2 0Charlie called it. It was more like a crowdedapartment.As. And she’d been having periods for over a year after all ... and I wasn’t going to be impregnating her, just exciting all kinds of nerve endings.She was more excited than scared, as my cockhead landed on her labia. Of course her mother is no taller than her, and perhaps she’d been watching the action with this in mind?“OOOoooh,” she moaned as I pressed a little, and it started to open her, quite easily. I fed it in a millimetre at a time, and she loved every one, lying back with her legs wide.