.., “ Red mockingly threatened him.“At this point in life, it’s probably too late for you, anyway,” Margie teased him now.“Is that a challen...e?” Red’s eyes widened as he gave her a very John Goodman stare.“Maybe..., “ she winked at him flirtatiously.‘Anyway, it’s a real tragedy ... a horror,” Ty brought their thoughts back to his ex-wife, her second husband, and their sister-wives, “divorce aside, they were awesome people, especially your mother, guys. To Vicki.”“Amen,” another, very frail,. "Pardon, Madame, may I give you this?" She extended a small brochure.Helen blinked and looked at the woman again. She swung her legs off the lounge and stood up, rather surprising her visitor."You must be Astrid!" Helen blurted out. "Excuse me, I don't have your surname. I'm Helen Wallace, and I think you work for Sandy duVin" She pronounced his name in the French style, a habit she hadn't been able to break.Helen looked Astrid over, noting the golden hair, bronzed skin, broad shoulders and. Becky spread her feet apart as my soapy hands reached her lower belly and her furry mound, allowing my hand to slip between her thighs and scrub her pussy. She shuddered again as my hand worked the suds along her warm slit. I kept ‘washing’ her until she grabbed my wrist and told me that she was sure she was clean enough down there. After that, I turned her around again. With a fresh handful of soapsuds, I ran my hand down the crease between her ass cheeks so I could rub my finger across her. "One of the CSI guys said that they think they found a fingerprint on the broken bottle they found in the garage under my truck where they think the fire started. If they can put a name with it, then this will all be over and I can find a builder to make me a new home." Do you think you are going to want to live there when it is rebuilt?"I thought for a minute. "No I suppose not. I should probably find a bigger home with some more security so that no one can get near me and set my home ablaze.