It was better now. She was getting friction on her clit. Maybe she could come. Just a little bit more...Then, a footfall. The sound of a shoe against ...he pavement. She jumped up and ran off the path and into the bushes. Once in the shadows she turned and looked back. No one. She started back toward her tree but then there was someone. No mistake this time, there were people in the park and she headed away from them.If only she had been able to come. She would have been able to go home then, and. “My lair,” she giggled out.“Our chillax room if you want,“ she giggled out. That room reeked strongly of previously-smoked herbs.“My costuming room,” she said triumphantly.She opened the door and the room inside was a huge contrast to the rest of the house. First and foremost, it didn’t reek like a hippie head shop. Secondly it was brightly lit and organized. Lastly, it looked exactly as one would expect a tailor’s workspace to look. It was feminine and comforting as well as functional.“Ok,”. Anne primed her pistol while Bess went to look at Moses. The old cook came back shaking her head and wringing her hands. "He's gone, Miz Anne. Shot two times far as I can see. Poor man. Poor ole man."Anne hurried upstairs and quickly dressed in an old cambrick shirt and her father's serge trousers, her gardening costume. She pulled on her boots and hurried out to her new stable. Both horses had been shot in the head and lay crumpled in their stalls. She took a deep breath, swallowing a curse. Not an hour ago she had sucked all the starch from my banana, but just those words had me brewing already. I wanted to take her right in the store. I joined her in the tease as well holding up and admiring all sorts of erotically shaped fruit. When we finally left Harry's she was as excited as I.We made the rest of our errand stops quickly in nervous sexual anticipation. Each time we looked at each other a knowing smirk rose on each of our faces. We both knew it could not wait until the.