You can listen to it.” he said and it again started to rain. As we were sitting under a shed so we didn’t get much wet.“My name is William Jones... Pls come to my place for a while till the rain stops. You can go after that lady!” he said in his British-English Accent.“Well I guess I have no other option.” I said and accepted his invitation.“For whom were you playing the instrument by the way sir?” I asked him as we were about to walk towards his home.“Someone special!” he said looking at a Grave. The ride up felt incredibly slow so I lost myself to the thought of him pressing me against the wall of the lift, only rousing to the real world when the doors dinged open. The room was a quick walk and my heart was pounding as I knocked on the door. The door opened and the world slowed briefly as I saw his face, we took a moment and smiled at each other, we said hi and I walked in, wheeling my suitcase behind me. I heard the door click shut and felt his hand lock around my wrist, my breath. The height of the stairs crossing the walkways allowed for easy passage along the cross walkway below. Rails have been installed for safety. I may build the new tack room on one of the floors.The roof has two tiers. It starts 3m above the top floor on the side of the building. At the inner edges of the top storage level, it rises to 5m. It then had a straight section that was 1.5m high, and it was composed of a set of evenly spaced windows. The roof over the centre section overhangs the windows. ." she cackled as she practically flew through the bedroom door, her feet barely touching the floor along the way.He took off his shirt as he entered the room. Hepzibah was already naked, her boobs dangling as she moved forward to touch the bandages on his chest. She cooed in a concerned fashion.He unfastened his belt. "I'm okay, but like I said, take it easy, yeah?"As he dropped trou, Hepzibah moved forward to grasp his hard cock, which a previous lover had described as like a Red Bull can,.