There were two small tables with lamps, and a matching bookcase with a few books in it. The only real thing of value was a big screen TV at the other ...nd of the room. Courtney Grigsby had definitely not improved her living conditions when she left her husband."I told Matt I wouldn't put up with him harassing me..." And has he?" Whatley interrupted. "And again, he doesn't know I'm here." Uh, no. He signed the divorce papers, but I wouldn't talk to him. I just want to end it. So how did you find. Your other hand is doing things to me that sends my head reeling. "Lay back and close your eyes," you say, "It's taken me ten minutes to get him hard without waking you so just enjoy."I close my eyes, lay my head down and groan. Feeling your fingers doing wonderful things to me, my toes are now in knots. Then you stop, I feel you moving, getting off the bed, "No peaking." you say. Then I feel your hands on my ankles. Pulling my legs apart, I help. The bed moves as you climb on and move up. Just then, there was a knock at the door, followed by a kick that pushed it open, but this time, only one man entered the house forcibly. It was Art Powell, born Chester Alan Arthur Powell, Jr., son of Chet and brother of Chesty. Art carried a crossbow, of all things, wore all black, and no doubt saw himself as a ninja, but he had no one fooled. He fired off one bolt, but that was it, and it only knocked over a marble statue, to Aunt Molly’s annoyance. Without even realizing it, I pulled out of. Alex grabbed her by her blonde hair causing her to let out a loud yelp making her arch her ass right into his hard member as he breathed down her soft neck “ PUNISH ME “ she moanedHolding onto her hair he slid his right hand under her white tank and black lace bra cupping her petite breast and giving them a firm squeeze holding on with a tight grip, as he moves his lips down to suck on her neck. Moving his way up under her jawline. Giving her a quick hair jolt causing her to part her mouth.