Even if it weren’t for her hand pulling at my nipples while the other lingered toward my own pussy, her outward moans and groans would have been eno...gh to soak me. Haylie’s feather-light caresses left goosebumps in their wake, and a blazing hot trail straight to my pussy. Still teasing the opening to Haylie’s cunt, my body jolted when her fingers found my sopping vag. With no hesitation her fingers were flicking my clit, and nudging my hole. Following Haylie’s motions, I reciprocated them on. Frustrated, Bren stood at her side and faced the door, waiting for Miller and Esterhazy to appear. Miller had left her comms open, so Bren could hear her talking, although he could not hear the man's responses. They were close.He was impatient to see Esterhazy. It had been six years since he'd seen the man, and even then Bren hadn't paid much attention to him. Carolina had discounted Philip Esterhazy entirely as being nothing more than a overly pretty boy that had interested her brother for the. Two of my companions wanted nothing to do with such spooky noises, but were unable to dissuade me from exercising my curiosity in the matter. They elected to remain behind, while I and russet dog, who showed no nervousness, but rather a professional appreciation of the singer, went to investigate.We tracked the dolesome noise to a narrow canyon, and I slid sideways into the crevasse between the narrow twisty walls, which bent and echoed the quavering song with much distortion. The ghastly noise. Can't you just tell me where he lives?"He begrudgingly gave me the address, more out of a desire to get rid of me than to help me I was certain, and I walked the few short blocks to Adam's without taking in much of the surroundings except that it wasn't a very nice part of town. The houses were just as old as those in my own neighbourhood, but shabbier and sort of forlorn; they still retained a little of their historic elegance beneath the peeling paint though, and everywhere was the thick,.