“I’m not use to handling such small things” I say, referring to the key. You laugh as the door opens onto a large suite. You barely notice tho...gh as you’re in my arms as soon as we enter. We kiss our way into a large sitting/entertainment area with a huge couch and coffee table. My cock, straining in my pants brushes across you stomach. “What have we here?” you ask, rubbing the front of my pants. “Are we a little excited?” “No, were a LOT excited!” I respond. At that you start to undo. When she didn’t, I spoke first. “I would like to hear your brilliant solution, please.” My normally soft tone was a bit agitated. I was stressed, and even worse, was starting to feel really nauseous. “We not only acknowledge the guy’s statement, we invite him in and thank channel 12 for finding him for us! We tell everyone we had been looking for him, and couldn’t locate him, so they did us a service! This takes the story and pretty much kills it dead. It isn’t a scandal anymore, it is a. To top (bottom) the entire outfit off, we wanted black, spiked high heel shoes. But everyone one of you know how the crowd will feel if Riya goes out with such outfit. So we decided she cover her outfit with a long jacket. We found out a shoe store in South Ex, you might be knowing the name “Metro Shoes”The shoe store was well equipped with nicely padded stools that were fairly low to the ground. After sending the salesman to get a couple of different shoes for Riya to try on, I had her sit. He was also shocked to hear that our parents took photos in such positions. The doubt I had in my mind occurred to him as well.We thought for a bit. Then we decided that the only way we could confirm our doubt was to visit our farmhouse where our parents were. But it had to be discreet, and they shouldn’t know we were there. So we decided we would drive down to our farmhouse.We reached the farmhouse at around 9 in the night, and it was completely dark. We stopped our car half a kilometer away.