There were banks and a nice female lawyer and the house rental company to see. A woman's work is never done. Well, until Thursday afternoon when I hit...the house at 2:30 again.They certainly were creatures of routine. Same bedroom, same bed. Same position. Same words. What fun. It was Cynthia again. Well, old home week. This time I leaned on the doorway in full view. Damned if I finally didn't have to clear my throat to get them to notice me.I do have to say that the reaction was everything I. ’ The guffaw that escaped my mouth was unintentional. ‘You’re a terrible liar.’ He stood, his strong hands moving up to my back, steadying me as the sudden movement caused me to sway a bit. ‘I think she’s just sore about the whole eloping thing, she’ll come around.’ ‘You know…if you wanted to move back to Texas, we should. I could apply late to a school here, and work until then. I don’t want you to feel like we have to stay in Connecticut.’ He kissed me innocently, making me desperate for. I looked at her sex, the soft decorative hair above it. Full lips with a bit of clit protruding from them. I let go of her right breast and let my hand smooth over her hip. I released her left breast and let my hands slide across the creamy flesh. She leaned forward on the dresser as I took in her form. She was curved, soft and tasted like peaches. My cock pushed at my slacks. My hands caressed her back, moving up to her neck. The welt was red but well worth it. I love to bite. I was enchanted. Nothing was found in Goshen or the next few towns I visited. But I finally got lucky. I heard of a freight line being hit on a fairly regular basis by hijackers. I thought to look into this because of my previous experience.I dropped in on the manager of the freight line and discussed his problems and my proposed solutions. He was reluctant to hire me at first, saying that my price was too high. I suggested that he contact some of my previous employers to get some idea of my ability to produce.