I reached into it and pulled out two sheets of paper. I handed them to Mr Calhoun. “A friend of mine traced your lineage from the town records,” I...said.Mrs Calhoun and Jay looked over his shoulders as he read.“Your ancestor’s name was actually Rhuairidh but the town newspaper anglicised it to Rory,” I said. “You’re a direct descendant. You’ll also note there is no date of death given for him. He seems to have mysteriously disappeared just before he was due to preside over the witch’s. There was only the now, the hot, moist now, with Kate’s arms right around my neck and her heels pressed hard against the small of my back. I was riding her hungrily, thrusting with deep, quick strokes. What had started out as a quiet act, punctuated with small gasps of delight, became increasingly noisy. ‘Gahhhd,’ Kate moaned. ‘Aw gahhhhd.’ By now I knew that Kate tended to secrete heavily, but this was the wettest I could ever remember her and sometimes, after a particularly energetic thrust,. She doesn’t come cheap of course, but a young man like you shouldn’t aim for anything less. Ahh, there she is!”In through a side door walked an extraordinary creature. Walked is the wrong term, the woman floated through the room. Her height was the only average thing about her. Bernissa was a wonderland of female attributes. A long wavy mane of golden blond hair flew over her back and down to her ass. Her figure was stunning. There weren’t any sharp angles, all of her was just soft and smooth,. The first one was of her in a tan top and green panties from behind. Then she was nude with one leg up on the counter. There was a close up of her clit piercing then the same picture with two fingers in her pussy. In the last picture her hand was next to her pussy keeping it open a little.I immediately replied to her post. I said, “Your sister Tammy said that you were divorced.” Then I tagged my comment for any reply.In less than an hour she replied, “Who is this?”I sent her my phone number.