When we finished the place really looked like a house. Not a finished one, but it looked more like a house than a storage container.I drove to my apar...ment and waited to see if The Brit would be home in time for dinner. When he didn't show, I made a pot pie in the microwave. I emailed him, but he didn't answer. I was beginning to worry, when I saw the headlight of a car pulled into the drive. It was him and he had several boxes. I went down to unlock the garage. The garage came with a small. In our one real in-depth discussion concerning the gold box, we both agreed that gold keys and box drops were too infrequent and scattered across the globe to ever be expected to match up at this early stage.My Key purchases via my website had all but dried up, too. The going rate for Brass Keys was now a hundred thousand dollars or 2500 silver. Both were too high of a price, we agreed, for a random Skill. Maybe we were being shortsighted. (Time would tell and prove us morons.) Besides, we just. She said, "I'm glad you're home sweetie, momma's been getting ready for you." She was wearing a bustier and a negligee. She held out her manicured nails and toes, and flashed me her trimmed pussy. She rolled the edge of the bustier down to expose her pinkish nipples. I couldn't tell if she had rouged them, or if they were engorged from excitement. It was a beautiful sight, but I hadn't recovered from coming twice just a short while ago. And boy was I dumb about it. I was turned on, but I felt. ’ Laura was the picture of efficiency as she added ice to two tall glasses, poured the tea and added a touch of sweetener, making it just as Greg liked it. ‘You’ve never told me what your story is about or how far you’re into it.’ ‘Well, I’m about halfway through and it’s my usual murder and mayhem. It starts in Maine and the story slowly unfolds and works its way west.’ ‘Oh, that’s right, you spent a few weeks on the road going from east to west.’ ‘And right now, the story is in northern.