He drove with the windows down, stereo blasting as loud as it would go, singing as loud as he could. He felt free, there was no pressure, no demands. ...e didn’t even care when he dropped nacho cheese on his custom made imported Italian leather seats, a week ago he would have freaked out. How the hell had a vehicle become the most important thing in his life? He was sick of his own standards, his carefully scheduled routine, and his freakish neatness. He used to be messy once, along time ago. His. She teased the few hairs there with a finger. ‘I’m strong enough to carry the pipes’ she said and then yawned. ‘Jo likes being with everyone while they work’. Davis held her wrist. ‘Only do what you can’ he said, ‘no one expects too much’. ‘I’ll earn my keep’ Maggie said and tightened her mouth. Davis moved till he found her mouth and urged her obstinate tension away. ‘We’ll live in the cottage by the stream’ he said. ‘Father says its mine when I’m ready’. Maggie made a disbelieving noise. ‘I. ‘…We were wondering if there were more of them.’ He chuckled again. ‘The ones with the sombrero-thing.’ ‘So, uh, anyone else you found pics of? Or just her?’ ‘Well no one’s brave enough to go near your laundry, so I bet those are still safe.’ Reno sighed with relief and flipped the switch on his usual charm. ‘There aren’t any in my laundry. Why would I keep anything in there?’ ‘I’ll be sure to let them know that then. You do know that they’re hauling your mattress out to burn it today, right?’. His powerful legs seemed to go on forever. She could feel her pussy clench in anticipation and hope, as she ran her eyes back up to his butt and back to his shoulders. He turned around suddenly as if he could feel her watching him. Her eyes refused to meet his as she ran them back down his body. His well defined chest, dark brown areola and tiny nipples covered with short fur. Her fingers itched to be able to run over his chest, to feel the nipples pucker under her hands. They continued down.