There was a lull in the chat while I answered a diving related question somebody asked me."What are you up to?" He asked."Just had to help someone wit... something. You?" I must admit I am a little hard." Sorry?" I typed back."For making me hard? Somehow I doubt that. Just got a little excited about a certain slut coming to visit me." Guess you know me too well now. I wonder who the lucky girl is..." Are you wet, thinking about me fucking you over my table?"I was already wishing I was someplace a. The other occasion had been a weekend house party when he had inadvertently opened a bedroom door upstairs and seen her getting doggy-style cock from one man while giving a second man a hot blow-job. The husband noticed the polo shirt, shorts and runners (and a little black thong) belonging to the present man were also lying in an untidy ripped-off heap by the sun lounge on which his wife was being licked and loving it and on which she would soon be fucked. The polo short had the hotel spa. Michelle was merely playing with herfood here. She had no intention of letting Skye go back to her formerlife. After a decade or so after she'd outlived her shelf life as a skyhigh prostitute, she'd decided she would probably sell Skye off to Pam,or someone. Whoever had the most sadistic plan going forward. Perhapsshe'd hold interviews. Ace had made a lot of enemies in his short timeon Earth, so it was going to be a seriously competitive bracket ofentrants.But as wet as all this tormenting was. This trip was as easy, and it was only six forty-five when I had all twelve of the newly rescued chests in Mom's closet. Six more and we would be done. I asked Mom about another trip and she told me we might do it later, but others would be coming in now.The Latino ladies came from the barn and two younger ones came from the chicken house. They were dressed a little fancy and I didn't recognize them. D was coming from the wine caves and waved to me.The girls giggled as they passed me, joining.