Suddenly, I was just inches away from a pair of breasts.Very nice, very full female breasts.The female breasts were attached to a female, naturally, w...o was on her hands and knees, hovering over me.She was wearing a low cut t-shirt that was probably a couple of sizes too large for her.From the position she was in, bent over, just in front of my face, I had an eyeful.An incredible eyeful.“Are you alright?” I heard her again ask.I couldn’t stop staring.“Well I can see your eyes are alright,” she. 6 feet tall and 54 years old. He was in good shape and had my dark hair and blue eyes, although his hair was liberally sprinkled with silver.His hand rested on the naked skin of my back as we danced. I loved the smell of his cologne and as he lowered his face down to mine I could feel the roughness of his shaved face brush against my cheek. People were starting to look at him with strange looks, so we decided it would be best to leave.When we got home, I was still feeling a little. It's tracks were distinctive enough that it should be easy to follow. The width of the carriage tread was about half that of the usual wagon wheel, though the distance between the wheels was pretty much the same, so the narrow tread should stand out, even on a well-traveled road.Now, this was something interesting. The two kidnappers were riding their horses, one to each side of the carriage, apparently with the banker doing the driving. This was surprising because Bill and Jack expected one of. I cleared my throat, having calmed down a little, and said, ‘There were a lot of things that held sentimental value to me. I designed the whole house myself, it’s what I do for a living, but it was the first real interior designing I had ever done myself. This picture,’ I looked down at it and smiled, ‘was the most important thing of all. The man in the picture, my brother Ken, was killed last year, in a fire ironically enough. I guess it was the thought of this and Cassie being burned to.