. Rich?”“Fine,” I said, with a little disappointment in my voice, “Take us to the house on Christina Ave, please?”My sis started giving out ...riving instructions.“Turn right on Grange Avenue ... it’s the street after Telegraph, then turn left.”“You make a really good navigator, Caroline. You certainly found a direct route to my heart.”“Oh, you are so schmaltzy sometimes, Richard.”“Yes, I am. What are the details on the Christina Ave house?”“Uhm, three bedrooms, one full bath, built in 1950 ... I. At present, Stroud would call him pretty.Lady Minerva, Marchioness Stroud, was in favor of babies. Since she had stopped producing her own, she felt her daughters and daughter-in-law should keep the supply up. Anne was doing so, right on schedule. Then, too, Lionel Grant was the younger brother of a quite inconsequential earl. He had only a London house. She had great hopes that he would see the advantages of raising his children in the countryside, and Hertford was a much shorter trip from. On the landing, her toes lost their purchase on the aluminum surface, for a second, they hovered on thin air. I zoomed the hand held on them. A heart rending scream and her feet suddenly reaching the aluminum surface announced that the sharp tip of the stake had penetrated the flesh inside her pelvis. Whether it was through the cervix, behind, or in front of it, I could not tell. I rapidly fed #1 alongside # 2. Her fingers clutched at her pubis, nails digging into skin now glistening with. "Stranger: I put my hands on your hips, and slide my throbbing cock inside your wet, tight pussy.You: "ooh that feels so fucking good."Stranger: I thrust deeper, harder, and faster. "You're so tight..."You: "Thats what everyone says......" I moan.Stranger: I keep fucking you, I can;t stop. My hands caress your curves, and play with your breastsYou: "Teach? Um this is Awkward but i like this and, umm, wanna makeout?"Stranger: I lean in and kiss you passionately, cock still thrusting inside.