I had to choose, either to go and pee and leave her alone with those two strangers obviously waiting for another chance with her, or take her home and...stand her protesting for the lack of sex…I decided finally go to pee.I didn't looked back to see what would happen. I just headed straight to the toilets. At last I managed to pee. I went out without making any noise, because I decided firstly to check what is going on, just in case. I walked silently to the curtain and looked inside. I was. She could still feel the weight of him on her. With a sigh she shook her head. But she could still smell his skin, and see his face in her thoughts. Opening her eyes she forced herself to keep moving. She was NOT going to fall in love with a dream. That was something twelve year old girls did. Not twenty something teachers. Squaring her shoulders she plastered a smile on her face and pushed the door to the dining room open. She ate a small amount and spoke to Iris of her dream, and learned of. It appeared like he had made it to the door before the smoke and flames consumed him. The door lock’s iron key was by his hand and the bolt of the heavy lock was still drawn. What the men did not notice was the ash residue inside the keyhole from the wooden buttons that had been slipped into the lock from the outside to prevent the key from going in. What had also gone unnoticed back at Brisbane manor, was the slender, hooded figure that had slipped out of the house, gingerly mounted a. Fish to do her weekly shopping. We were a one car family back then, and Mrs. Fish drove Mom to the store once a week.Anyway, I had my play toy out and was fascinated with the picture. She had read hair, done up in a loose pony tail, you know, sort of tied with a rubber band or something but the hair kind of fluffed out behind her head. It wasn't a full on back shot, kind of a three quarter shot. Her butt was superb. Round and firm, making me fantasize about holding it in my hand. I had no.