A dark hallway stretched down past the stairs and to the left was a beaded entryway to a darkened room. Everything was eerily quiet. It was definitely...different from the other houses where everyone was channeled into room after scary room. This was much more like being in a slasher film where you didn't know where the maniac was.Slowly Brandy made her way into the parlor. The heavy curtains blocked out most of the outside light and the room was lit only by a single television set that sounded. I hold her waist with both hands, and guide her lower. Both of us immediately start breathing harder, feeling her fit around me like a glove one size too small. I'm not saying Chanel isn't plenty wet, but without the assistance of extra lube, it takes a minute to fit me completely inside her. Breathing the same space of air, my hands on her back, we move slowly. When she can go no lower, completely impaled, I hold as still as I'm capable of. She feels so fucking good. I try to concentrate on. "Shelly, I'm thinking of going off the pill. The only reason I'll leave you is to have a baby. But I'd talk this move over with Rick first. I want him to okay us having a family. Rick has his roots here now. I planted mine before he did. We both love it here. If we do leave you'll be the very first to know. But as of now, we ain't goin' no where but home to fuck and sleep." That's good enough for me," Shelly got up to hug her moneymaker. She genuinely liked Erin Gibson. This girl had talent and. ’ Without her late Husband’s influence her clothing choice had become so much more confident and age appropriate. Perhaps conscious of their age difference, Brian had always balked at the idea of her showing flesh and looking attractive. Her low cut cleavage exposing tops would have given him a heart attack, her skirts had to be pleated and not pencil and, well, she could only guess at what language he would have called her at the sight of her walking out of the house with such a shapely denim.