“You?” she asked.“I have one lead. We’ll check it out tomorrow. Let’s get out of here before the police arrive,” I told her, and we left a...ter checking that the street was clear of pedestrians and people in parked cars. We were soon on our way back to San Bernardino.“Just what is this big break that you said we have?” Grace asked on the way back to our hotel.“One of those whose mind I read had heard that the Cartels had a place in the mountains east or northeast of San Bernardino,” I told. She changed the topics immediately as though nothing had happened. On that day, when I was returning home, I got an SMS which said: “I enjoyed talking with you today. Please come whenever we get opportunities like this.” After reading this, my fingers automatically replied, ” Sure, it’s my pleasure too!”Our chats, laughs and flirts grew stronger day by day. There have been days when I’ve spoken to her the whole night without sleeping.Once her parents went for a marriage to a far off place. As. She does. I lick my finger and gently stroke the soft pink spot that is now exposed. I can feel it pulse with every pass. In seconds, the juices start surrounding my finger and glistening off the lips as she spreads them open. I bend down and run my tounge sharply from her clit, slowly reaching her ass and letting the moisture in my mouth slide down my tongue, and working it around her sweet tiny little hole. I can hear her heavy breathing and involuntary moaning. I get on my knees behind her,. After a while I went up the stairs to put my bagin the spare room, but when I opened it I found that it no longer had abed but was converted to a den. Next choice was my parents' room butthat creeped me out. The end of the hall was where my grandmother's roomwas at one time. I figured it was converted to a spare bedroom. Openingthe door I was shocked to find it was just like she was still living init, 5 years after she had passed away. Not covered in dust but clean andvacuumed. I realized.