I really didn't have anything to do but look for a new place anyway. I'm resting my old war wounds," I said with a smile."It's good that you could fin... time to do that. I expected you to be up to you butt in business." Cheryl said."Not this time. This time I'm laying low." I said it and I smiled. Even as I said it, I had no idea that life would let me rest. I had only a few days left in the apartment, so the work was winding down. The plumber I called the week before to get me a kitchen sink. However I took another look up Marcy’s skirt before getting back up.Later when I went into the kitchen to get some refreshments Marcy followed me in and asked, "Did you see anything that you liked under the table?"Her question surprised me but I courageously admitted, “Yes I did.”Marcy pushed me back into a chair, lifted her skirt up above her waist, and said, “Then take a good look. I don’t mind.”So there I was staring at Marcy’s pussy. I had not seen all that many pussies in my life but I. "This is a passport application made by Frank Bruton. Recognise him at all?"Henry looked at the picture and then compared it to the much older, black and white image that Richard had already handed over."They look like the same man to me — Gilchrist and Bruton I mean," said Henry."Exactly!" chuckled Richard."What am I missing?" asked Henry."I believe that your boy MacSween is the Romantic Vigilante. Everything you've told me this morning backs that up. He's a romantic at heart, think about it.. I later learned that it was nine inches (still not the biggest i've ever had, but not the smallest either). i had sat down on the floor by then, so i stood up, bent over (ass towards him), and lifted my skirt. he told me that it wasn't what he wanted, and when i turned around i guessed i looked confused, or sad, or something, because he laughed. when he was done laughing he said that he just wanted me to suck on it, when i still looked dissapointed he said that he qould never be able to.