It was then that she heard the noise coming from the Nettleton Manor next door.It was a motor noise, that much she could tell, like a truck. There was...a clanking sound too, but it came and went, while the motor noise was more or less constant. But that was impossible. There was no way to get a car or truck onto the property. She saw a cloud of black smoke drift upward above the trees and begin to dissipate in the light breeze.Panic seized Debbie's heart. Fire! Something was on fire over. After what seemed an eternity, she felt his fingers brush her cheek softly. She turned her head towards his touch only to find it had moved to the other cheek. Again she turned towards it and again he moved, brushing his fingers over her lips, down her chin to her throat. He knew how she loved to feel his hands on her throat. He placed a hand around the front of her neck with just the slightest pressure as she stretched her head back, enjoying the sensation."Does that feel good, my little. Just the standard undoing of any ill effects of multiple pregnancies and some youthening for Evie, but I just don’t see anything to change about Ashley at all. She’s just fine the way that she is,” I told Zoe, “though higher libidoes are in order for everyone, I think. Just don’t overdo it. I’ve heard some horror stories there.”“Ain’t that the truth!” Margret coughed, having heard those, too.It wasn’t much later before we were all headed to the mod tubes, and much to everyone’s relief, at least. She was wearing some casual jeans and a metal band shirt. Maisie was obviously uncomfortable, often smoothing her short pleated skirt over her creamy thighs. It was obvious that Joe kept stealing looks at Maisie’s athletic legs. The imported beer had been running through me and I excused myself for a quick bathroom run.When I came back Joe was next to Maisie now and his hand rubbing up Maisie’s firm, supple thigh. His mouth was next to ear whispering something, while Maisie’s eyes were fixated.