”In the dining room, Ryan immediately started checking the wall. He found the depression easily. “This is where you threw the pot at me.”“And ...issed.” Lauren giggled. “I was jealous. You and Janie Heatherton. What was I thinking?”“We were young.” Ryan started the obvious. “We had no chance. Hard to believe we lasted as long as we did sometimes.”He stopped, looked at her and realized she was remembering as well.“Maybe.” she considered. “But I didn’t come here because it was all bad. We sure were. I started rubbing around the anus and pussy together but could not push my finger too far so i came back to her pussy and played again.After some time she turned close to me n whispered that she has to get off the train so i let her make her way towards the exit and kept close behind her. my hand was round her waist holding her so that i could move with her all the way. It was a long wait but finally we both got out. i held her by the waist and walked with her like we were lovers. we did not. His shaking hand set the bottle on a table next to his chair but seemed hesitant to release its hold, falling away with the forlorn reluctancy of releasing the hand of a lover. Brian looked down at the gun in his hand, almost surprised to find it there. It was such a little thing, could it honestly be the blame for the gore spilling in front of him? Without thinking, he set the gun on a small table near the door, nudging a set of keys over the edge and onto the floor. ‘Where have you been all. ” Robert turned, and with a bowing gesture, said, “Thank you very much, Sir. I hope that all of you have a pleasant evening, and weekend.” With that, he turned and left the room, closing the doors behind him. After twenty or thirty minutes of enjoying the brandy and each other’s company, another soft knock at the door. It opened and Robert stood in the doorway, “If you won’t need anything else, Sir, I’ll bid you Goodnight,” he said. “Goodnight, Robert.” Peter replied. The door closed and Peter.