“I know,” she says. “I'm working on it.” I lay the palm of her left hand on my belly as I began to work out the rest of her arm. Tara is breat...ing deeply. And a fresh scent entered the air. Musky, different from the musk I chose to infuse my massage oil with. Something fresh, something exciting. Could it be her? Or perhaps it's me. I can feel my sex getting wet. I will need fresh panties after this session, that's for sure. This time it's me that can't talk. I concentrate on her left arm, then. To Suzanne, the biggest surprise came when Heather, whilst impaled on my penis, had asked me to carry her to the telephone so that she could invite, her girlfriend, Jean, to come to her house for some good-woman-man-woman fun together. Suzanne had hidden in the kitchen watching me sodomizing her mum for the fourth time over the love-seat, while they had waited the twenty minutes it took Jean to arrive. When the doorbell rang, Suzanne took the chance to open the door with the excuse that she. ’ Suddenly, he spotted something on the floor, over by the door, partially obscured by a chair. He bent down and picked it up. It was a half-used book of matches, with an advertisement on the back, for the ‘Pink Flamingo Club’, together with a Soho address. ‘This might be a clue?’ he figured, his eyes lighting up, momentarily. Then his shoulders slumped. ‘Or, it might just be one of the clip joints that Alicia works? Still, it’s the only lead I’ve got!’ He headed for the door. -oOo- Alicia was. I saw your light so presume you,re going fishing this morning.” “Yeah we are. Suppose you want to come along?” “Can I plesse. Only got to go fishing once in two weeks in Mankato and we Didn,t catch much then, only mosquito bites mostly.” he explained. “I guess so, but you,d better be fast as we,re leaving in thirty minutes.” “See you in thirty minutes then.” Mike made it in twenty minutes so we locked the door after us as my parents and younger brother were having a lie in so we were on our way.