He winked at Alex.“Now the thong.” Kevin pulled the blade back out and cut each side of her thong, then roughly pulled them off by the gusset.“T...at’s better,” he said, tossing the trashed thong onto the floorboard next to her ruined bra. Alex reclined submissively on her dress, opened legged, and available. Despite her audience, or maybe because of it, she humped her pelvis slightly with need.Kevin relaxed into his seat and casually looked out the windows, saying nothing, waiting. Alex breathed. Tom, I was thinking about her before I fell asleep that night. If it was her voice, she must have known about the book I stole which had nothing to do with you." That means she was with you long before you came to the cabin. If she knew about the book, she must have seen you take it or some other spirit told her you did. Maybe your uncle or your dad was in contact with Lydia somehow. Maybe they were working as a team to bring us together." Tom, this is getting deep. According to Lydia's dream,. Moans of pleasure came out of her throat. Then my right hand slipped down to her flat tummy. No extra pounds still fleshy. I caressed each part of her tummy, gently poked her navel. She was getting uncontrollable. She readily asked me to put my hand inside her petticoat. I wanted to tease her so continued my previous act of sucking her boobs and rubbing her tummy. Seeing me indifferent she removed her petticoat herself. Now the sight was a treat. She was only in her undies. Now it’s time for me. To quote a famous singer," I said it with a smile as I lifted my coffee cup.When we first started racing I was beating the two of them by a block. In just three weeks they had managed to pull in the parking lot right behind me. People often remarked on the fact that we were a 'bad assed triker club'. I really wished they hadn't because Jeremy convinced me to place one of his advertisement posters on the rear of my trike.It read, 'Jones Lake Village Trike Club'. The second line in smaller.