I locked up and strolled up the road to the path and headed up. Asmall laugh bubbled up. Why so bloody nervous Yvie, you're not the onegetting married... A couple of ladies were on each path greeting the arrivals and a tallman in a somewhat old fashioned suit stood near the doors and nodded toall. I smiled to the greeting lady as I came up to her, "Good morning, lovelyday for the two of them." Her face pinched and she called without turning, "Mr McGuire." The tall man in old fashioned hurried. Sam felt it latch, which meant almost nothing at all because she was never completely sure the lock did anything—the door felt flimsy every time she tried it—but they hadn’t been robbed yet so she usually let it slide. It wasn’t that kind of neighborhood anyway. The streets were too clean.She pocketed the keys and started trudging toward her car. The street lights lit the snow around her like hundreds of little falling stars, and Sam watched them without comment, contemplating the coziness of. Then, just as his lips found her other big nipple, he eased his finger down into the moist warmth of her vagina."Mmmmm . . ." she softly murmured, pressing him against the giving softness of her breast as her hand slowly twisted up and down the shaft of his rock-hard cock. Adding a second and third finger, Jamie slowly worked his fingers in and out of the gooey hole between her legs as he nibbled and plucked at her big, rubbery nipple. He could feel the swollen pap hardening as he roughly. I just hope he was smart enough to lay low while Tony's cage was being rattled. I didn't like the Los Angeles area but it was a big fishbowl and easy to get lost inside. I stayed in a "by the week" motel right next to Hollywood and steered clear of the pimps and the dopers. They were put off by my police cruiser at first but they quickly determined there was no chance I was an undercover cop or anything stupid like that. I made certain my prison ink was visible to allay any fears. I always.