“Why don’t you just come out and tell me why you are here?” Okay. Either he was an especially sharp cookie, or he already knew a lot about the c...se.“Simon Barnett is missing,” I said.“I heard that already,” he answered. “You work for that lousy two-bit partner of his?”“No,” I answered. His assessment of Bradley Keane matched my own. “Simon’s wife hired me to find him.”“I’m not sure I like her any better,” the old man said.“Nor I,” I agreed. “I took it on because Simon left me a note asking me. Now is the time for her challenge. Her challenge was that I need to come to her hostel at night. It was a very tight security hostel. I thought I might land up in in problem but ego came and I accepted the challenge.I went to her hostel at around 11 pm and entered. I went to her room and she was just amused and surprised. She smiled and asked how come I entered her room. I said by whatever means I did it but I have completed her challenge. Now was the time for my reward.She smiled and came near. He was sitting on the sofa, clothed, face as red as a beet, by the time I left, and neither of us mentioned it ever again! He must have been SO HORNY, just waiting for me to leave! Damn, what a missed opportunity!Anyway, the two bedroom apartment had one bathroom in the hall, and another bathroom attached to the bedroom I inherited, which was great, as I would furtively smoke it in while dressed when Mike was gone, then lightly wet-mop the walls afterward to diminish the smoke smell. Since he. “I doubt I can ever get bored with it.”Sandy gives him a quick lick. Then she lies next to him and he pulls her into his arms. With a sigh of contentment, and as his cock softens, Alan closes his eyes.His nap isn’t long, at least if two hours of extra sleep isn’t considered to be long. He sits up and Sandy shifts, bringing her head to his lap and whining. “Oh no,” Alan says with a chuckle. He quickly shoves her head away. “We start that up again and we’re never getting out on that trail.” When.