He wondered if he could sprint onto the plane, but knew the plane would not take off with him on board.He was going to be stopped and his adventure wo...ld come to end. He had done well, travelled all the way to London and then got to departure gate of a plane to Argentina; he wondered how Emma was doing, but it would be all over for him."Your shoes, sir. The laces are undone."Jamie gawped and looked down at his scruffy trainers. The guard was right, his right shoe didn't have the laces done up. And yet still, if you can feel emotion for an inanimate object, I loved this house. As dank and dark and dirty and decrepit as it was I loved it and for that moment I wished I could stay there, restore it to how I remembered it, full of warmth and laughter and 1970s décor. In that moment I hated the new owner for what they were going to do to it. They wouldn’t care about what had happened before, happily ripping out its heart and soul before replacing it with sterile steel and cold glass,. She just lives two blocks away from her building. She is tall with nice big breasts and is an artist, she paints and her business is architectural designing. When I need to made changes or upgrades to my building I always call on her to discuss my plans so that she knows what to expect and also let her tenants know what will be going on next door. Every time I drop by to chat, she is always so congenial and friendly and asks me in and sit on the couch, offers me a tea or water and then joins me. Holy fuck did she feel good! I looked straight into her eyes as she came down, impaling herself on my hard shaft. Brenda sucked in her bottom lip as she slid down my length, groaning as she did; finally stopping as my balls rested firmly against her ass. Brenda leaned to the side of my head, took my ear in her mouth and lightly bit, then sucked the bottom of my lobe. "Fuck me stud. Fill my little cunt with that monster of yours!" She hissed into my ear. My cock twitched at those words. I.