It was another hot summer and Nancy was typing away with little thought other than her new boyfriend. Harry, on the other hand had found out Henry’s...peek hole. There spread in front of his view was the exact duplicate of his dead wife’s pussy. The exact color hair, the tiny slit with her clit expanding as he looked on, even the aroma was as intoxicating as his dead wife’s cunt. Suddenly he gushed all over the floor. Embarrassed by his actions, Harry quickly got up and wiped up the mess. A quick. " In what way does Lady Palmerston think we might help," asked Holmes, obviously intrigued by the curious turn of this case into foreign territory."It is desperation indeed, Mr Holmes, but when we come to ..." he paused, searching for the right words to use in front of a stranger."To the matrimonial act?" Holmes suggested."Yes, indeed. When we come to that act, as you say, Mr Holmes, Victoria experiences pain beyond her ability to describe, and such is my love for her that I cannot bear to. It seems like it's mainly middle aged people coming to the island, trying to pretend they still know what fun is." Chelsea grins and extends out her arm, saying," Hi, I'm Chelsea. This is my brother slash boyfriend, Jack." I look at her confused as to why I was introduced by both titles. You can tell it caught the blonde off guard as she shakes Chelsea's hand, replying," Well, that sounds kinda interesting. I'm Sara by the way." She looks over her shoulder and says," Not supposed. He hoped she could figure out the secret message in it. He had seen her reading a book: Secret Codes and Ciphers. When she was done reading it, he read it. It was really a book for fourth graders, but they were both good readers. He had written a note in the card and hoped she would figure it out. This is what he wrote:5When we first met I didn’t know I would like a person just like you to be my friend Paula.What all this meant of course was that there was a secret message that she could read.