Next I had to find out the address for Ramsey. He turned out to live not five miles from me. When I got the address I went searching for his house. I ...ound a quite modern two story house with a very nice river front lot. It wasn’t Old Man River, but it was still a nice view. The house itself was high enough to be out of the flood plane. The first story was a two car concrete block garage. It was a quite special, architecturally designed, dwelling. It made me even more sure that Ramsey had a. Thirty-five minutes later, I pulled into the driveway next to the coach house. We took Abbie’s bags from the trunk and carried them inside, where we were met by Jessica and Kara.“Abbie Nolan, this is Doctor Jessica Adams, my wife. And this is Kara Adams, my wife.”Abbie laughed, “It’s good not to be the only subversive, counter-culture person in the room! Nice to meet you both!”“We’ve heard all about you,” Jessica said. “Our home is your home for as long as you want to stay.”“Thanks.”“Tiger,. I pumped my fingers hungrily for what seemed like just a few seconds making sure the end of my palm hit my clit every time with nothing but purpose and pressure. The next thing I knew my ass was up out of my seat, my back arched, my toes pointed and I came harder than I had in months. All I could do was moan and pant without thought. I shook as I took my other hand away from my throbbing, screaming clit. I hadn't even realized that I had put my other hand in my shorts until I was done with. It hadn’t been on purpose, of course; exactly the opposite. Mrs Fentiman, my boyfriend’s mother, had asked me to tell Trent’s younger brother that he had to go out at three-thirty to water the cows. I’m sure I was actually reminding him, but still.‘Roger!’ I’d called, knocking loudly on his bedroom door, where I’d seen him go only a few minutes before. Trent was downstairs, playing video games with his cousin, who’d come over for the day.‘Yes?’ came Roger’s voice. He was usually very.