By the end of the week, I had written all this up, copied the relevant entries and supporting documents and, with the continuing assurance of access s...ould I need it, returned to Somerset. It was Jonathan Porter who found the next link. “Hi Cass, it’s Jonathan, Jonathan Porter.” I said hi. “I’ve found something that I think might interest you. How would you like to come over in time for coffee tomorrow morning?” I could tell from his tone, he’d got something that would be a surprise and. “Well, here we are.” She said.“This must be my nephew…” came another voice in the room.I turned to hear the source of the voice as his Aunt Vicky walked into the room from the kitchen... and my jaw dropped. Vicky looked exactly like my mother, a mirror image, except that she had long blonde hair, instead of short like mom’s. Other than that, I would have thought I was looking right at my own mother. They even had the same gigantic tits. Vicky was wearing a button-up blouse that was tied in. But as it is with dreams, you never really get right back into it. The wonderfulness of it was there but now she was climbing to reach some new height. A great reward awaited her at the top but she needed to stretch to reach the next step of the climb. It was hard work and she was starting to have trouble catching her breath from the work and the altitude. While she was in dream land once again, the man had retied her hands to a bar above her head which caused her to stretch out almost to the. After that I started walking towards Kabir’s house the street had a deserted look. After reaching Kabir’s house now I have to make an entry into the house in such a way that gate does not make any noise. I opted to play safe the boundary of Kabir house was not very high so I managed to climb up like a cat and got landed up in his garden which was surrounded by beautiful planters. I saw drawing room light was on and now I have to find a place from where I could peep inside to get a view what is.