Bazza runs his tongue down her tummy, stopping to toy with her belly button.Arriving between Helen's legs, kissing, licking and biting her inner thigh....Bazza watched on as her sweet butterfly swell and dampen with desire, Bazza’s finger's soon entered Helen's hot wet pussy feeling the wetness inside her, he was kissing the outside resisting the urge to devour her.Bazza couldn’t wait much long, he then grabbed hold of his big cock and placed it slowly into Helen's pussy lips, her face was a. "Oh my God," he exclaimed, scared at the near oversight."What?" Janet, alarmed at his tone, asked."Look," he said, holding up the keyring that had belonged to Buckingham for her perusal.It took her a moment to register what he was showing her. When she realized what they were she instantly guessed his state of mind. "It's okay," she assured him. "You found them. Now we can get rid of them."He shook his head in disgust at himself. "I forgot about them," he said. "I can't believe I was so. It's not over," Jack stated bluntly."Get out of our way or I'll kill you where you stand," Mr. Taylor nearly shouted. What scared me the most was that I think he meant it.I didn't thing he would, but Jack complied, a devilish grin on his face. As we passed by, I nearly fainted from fear.We continued in silence to the car. By the time Mr. Taylor got into his seat, I couldn't keep myself together any longer and burst out crying. I hated myself for doing it, but I couldn't help myself. Mr. Taylor. It didn't seem to need a reply, so he pocketed his phone and headed for the stopcock to shut off the water and stop the flood. There ought to be a protocol for letting tradesmen into the house. Next time he would produce a leaflet with instructions about how to shut of water, gas, electricity, the position of fire extinguishers. Too late now.He shut off the water and was paddling through the flood running from the living room, through the kitchen and out of the back door when there was a loud.