Her muscles tighten around him as her body was rubbed against the door bringing her off to the orgasm that minutes ago she was unable to achieve. He p...essed the rest of his body against her backside, his enormous manhood slowly sliding inside her from behind, starting to thrust into her very hard, lifting one of her thighs so her right foot was placed up on the marble shower bench as to spread her legs apart. He trusted himself deeper and deeper inside of her, holding onto her thighs, their. That’s right ... somebody ripped out the line.I walked around to the box. Jerked right off the wall ... GREAT! Ain’t this a kick in the ass! No way I can claim winter damage. I’m going to need a ladder. Back inside ... find the ladder ... open the bay door. Hmm. Screw Driver? Nut Driver ... yes. The tool box was gone. It’s at the house. Fuck it ... later. I’m already sweating in this wetsuit.Don’t leave the ladder. Shut the bay door. Back in the Avocado I located the 6 inch dredge. It’s on. The house was spotless as it always was. I could smell the appetising smell of freshly fried onion mingling with what, lamb chops, coming from the kitchen. I could guess the rest, green peas with a dob of butter smeared over them, corn on the cob, mashed potato… …the smells and my thoughts combined to make my stomach convulse with hunger. Softly, in the background, I could hear Marvin Gaye silkily delivering ‘Sexual Healing’ from the CD player. The music seemed to slide through the air to. The other was a few years older but looked just as delectable, with the same frizzy hair, only she was brunette. Both were slim and sexy in tight jeans, Blondie with a snug red sweater and the older gal in a cream-colored blouse. Both looked good enough to eat, and somewhat out of place at this dump.“They must be sisters,” Bobby said.“Sisters? Really?”“Yeah, look at their eyes. They have the same eyes. Same mouth too.”Carl tried to look without staring. “Well, I don’t care if they’re sisters,.