Strange. On a hunch, he put the paper down and pretended to sleep. Rebecca looked back, then around the garden. Smedley pretended to snore. Through...hooded eyelids he watched Rebecca as the boy dropped the flower basket and scan the path leading to the front of the house. Smedley watched the softened face as it estimated the odds. With a determination stolen from desperation, the boy scampered rabbit-like toward the path. Smedley watched in amusement as the boy-girl made his dash for. She ploughed her tongue into the groove, Gemma’s juices coating her chin as they spilled out.“Uhhhhhh, oh yes, oh yes, oh baby that’s it, stick your tongue in me,” she cried.Jess pushed her friends legs over the arms of the chair, spreading them so wide, Gemma was almost doing the splits. She continued administering the pleasure with her tongue, then reached up and slid a finger inside the sopping wet twat. Gemma groaned in appreciation and Jess took this as the ok to slide another digit. My manhood, now engorged with lust and already at half-staff, had escaped the confines of their foreskin cocoon somewhere in the night.Still locked in a manly embrace of lipmouthtongue passion, we shuffled towards the bed and laid each other down. Coming up for breath, there was a pause – and, suddenly, we burst out in small laughter. The tension wall had crumbled. I reached out and caressed his shirt, gently squeezing his nipples. His involuntary sighs were all the encouragement I needed.. ”Kate looked puzzled.“You talked about that yesterday. What do you mean? Didn’t we inspect the house already, and decide we liked it?”I chuckled.“Yes, Katie, we did. But a home inspection isn’t about us looking at the house. A home inspector is someone who goes into a house, usually before someone buys it, and looks it over for anything that might be wrong with it that an ordinary person, like me or like you, might not see. So they check for cracks in the foundation. They look at the insulation.