Louise’s voice was a little breathless, but she looked around at the couch and said, “How about we go into my room for this? There’s more room o... my bed.” “Okay,” I said, but I still leaned forward to kiss her on the inner lips of her pussy, inhaling that lovely scent. I just couldn’t get enough of it. I stood up, and Louise reached up, took my hand, and let me help her to her feet. We walked down the hallway to her bedroom, and I watched her beautiful butt, as she walked ahead of me. I. I recalled her earlier claim of being able to do the splits; I could well believe it. Short dresses are not, of course, designed to be concealing when one's thighs are splayed so widely apart. I had an excellent view all the way up the inside of her right leg to her silk covered crotch, which she began to slowly and lightly stroke, up and down, with the middle finger of her right hand.Caroline was looking at me looking at her. "Would you like to see more?" she asked, her finger maintaining its. If need be, I’ll come forward and confess to the house breaking if that helps you to nail that bastard in the car.”Walters replies, “I don’t think that’s needed because we’ve enough evidence to nail him without that. I think we can afford to not solve one break and enter, especially this one. If you go to judge and jury I doubt any jury would convict you, and the local prosecutor agrees.” Both smile at his statement.The man asks, “If you came across a person who you found out had an Apprehended. You would have your own bedroom, at least to store things and keep up appearances, but you could spend a lot of nights in the master bedroom, fucking both of us in the marriage bed. It would be as if you were Melissa’s live-in-boyfriend ... and mine,” I offered, shocking him for a change.“On one condition. That my sister can move in, too. She’s a divorcee as well as a mu, and she’s also a healer and herbalist, if you will. Runs a shop and everything. Not only could she bless this place, but she.