I watched the comings and goings all day. Justin never left hishome but there were visits by various people. Some were tarty lookingfemales, some were...heavies and I wished that I had brought a camera,because one was King-Smyth.Chapter FortyWeek forty seven and there were only just over forty days left. Icontinued my surveillance of Justin and Sam worked with the lawyers toput together a case, where we sued each other for damages. It had to bebelievable enough to convince the court to control. . "Opening her eyes the, Lauralee saw the woman's reason for hesitating. There on the bed, poised behind his wife's upthrust and shining ass, was Chris Hartmann. Lauralee hadn't even heard him come into the room, or felt the difference his weight made upon the bed.Looming chunky and wide, hairy-chested and taut, the man was maneuvering his swollen cockhead into his wife's scarlet-mossed mound from behind. Feeling the spongy thrust, Jessica had been startled for a moment, but now Lauralee felt. Her arms show years of hard work. Her body looks as tempered as the weapons she has for sale. She glances up as I enter. “Ahh, you’ve arrived. I’m glad you decided to show up. I am in desperate need of a good apprentice and you’d be perfect.” “Well, I only came to check things out, as I said I would,” I say. “Here, let’s see how well you are with a hammer,” she says, handing me hers. I take it and nearly drop it. It’s heavy. She pulls me over to the anvil. “Go ahead and take a swing,.” I pull. But those shoulders! He was tall with a confident stride. I like confidence in a man.He glanced at me, I’d just refreshed my face in the ladies’. Took in Walker, checked me out again. Skinny white jeans and a white, no-bra tee. Looked pretty okay with my golden tan.He gave me a small smile in passing. Nodded. I nodded back. Two healthy people, full of life. But passing in opposite directions. Other circumstances, other places ... maybe.Walker said, “I saw that.”Vanessa and I flew to Milwaukee.