The second photo showed her getting out of the van forty minutes later and the buttons on her blouse were off by one hole. Also, when she climbed into...the van she was wearing nylons and when she came out her legs were bare. If it were just the before photo and the note I would have ignored it. There could have been a dozen good reasons for her climbing into the van. She could have been going to lunch with some one or whoever owned the van might have customized the interior and was showing it to. The apparently simple cable car system was proving more problematical than expected, but The Personalia were never short of solutions for technical challenges facing them. They were already building the double cable cars which would carry logs as well. The calculations of loads fascinated them; having to allow for wind pressure, bounce in the cable, extra dense or extra thick logs which might not sit in the U-shape well, and have to be set aside until the rail tunnel was available; and also. He didn’t leave me waiting long, but it was enough time to start second guessing what was going on. He strolled in, leisurely shedding his clothes. But when he came over to me, I tried to pull away. He pinned me easily, leaning forward to kiss me. When I turned away, he grabbed a handful of my long red hair to hold me still as he plundered my mouth with his tongue. I whimpered, trying to turn away. “No, stop. Please…” One of his hands clamped down on my throat, not enough to hurt but enough to. ” Although a question it was more of a demand. “Oh yes, Tam I want to taste your pussy,” I panted, barely coherently. Tam got up onto her knees, and leaning over me so that I could squeeze her tits for a bit, she kissed Paul hungrily. “Whatever you say husband,” she smiled. She then climbed onto my face, so that her wet pussy was right over my mouth. She smelt of sex, and I wanted to eat her all up. Looking down at me she said “There we go Honey, eat that fucking pussy.” Holding on to her.