Bernadette was checking the books in the library when she saw the lorry. The peeling and scratched paint work didn't hide the rust and the name Wotten...and Son Timber merchants ran across the hoist, it was piled high with timber slats, so much that it blocked out the light as it pulled up in front of the main door.Her heart sank, as she knew Robert wasn't back yet and she knew what she looked like. Through the window she saw the man get out the cab. He was stocky, scruffy, unshaven, his work. And then go turn over some big rocks until something nasty crawls out." Sounds like a plan to me!" She actually smiled, and I liked that look on her a lot. It was a crooked sort of smile, sort of like those muscles were atrophied and not used a whole lot. Like a dog who had been kicked a bit by an old master that was suddenly now finding itself in a new house and new rules, but not quite yet at all certain of a kinder outcome.She'd been given one of the scarce agency cars, and already I was. A taxi dropped me off around seven and Andrea answered the door wearing a bikini and a short translucent wrap. She hadn’t really changed much over the years. Her light brown hair was still shoulder-length and her curvy but firm figure suggested she went to the gym. After a brief hug in greeting, she led me inside and we sat next to each other on a sofa.I looked through a picture window at the expansive grounds. “Where is everyone?” I asked."Ah,” Andrea said, “my dad has taken the kids to their. Unlike Stacey, who was all about receiving, my Texas belle was all too willing to reciprocate fully and lavish her creative attentions on my own cunt and ass. We passed orgasms back and forth like hot potatoes, alternately shaking in erotic ecstasy and inciting the other to scream and clutch tight. I wanted it to go on forever, but my body finally pooped out about 6 AM and we just lay in the bed, holding each other. That lassitude was what made the buzzing coming from Jenny’s purse audible. I.