"He got up off the bed then and walked over to the window. I could just make out his face in the moonlight, a worried expression creasing his features... I had no idea what was troubling my dad but I hated to see him upset. I threw the bed-covers off me and walked over to my dad, hugging him from behind, and squeezing him gently. "Daddy, what's wrong?" I whispered.Dad shrugged me away from him and started pacing round the room. He looked panicked, and it startled me to see my usually calm dad act. Influenceover the local police force, perhaps.Who is Yvette de Monnier? How deeply was she involved in the conspiracy tohide the truth about Sarah-Jane Collingwood's disappearance? If she knewthe girl had become a kuzkardesh gara, what was she doing asking questionsin Bywell?I've never told Peter, but some of the words...well, they spoke to me. Iwanted to go out and repeat them to every woman I saw. I still do. Andit's not just me, either.I give an involuntary shudder."Are you cold?" asks. She continued to tease the two of us the rest of the afternoon untill Tim had to go. After he left I told her I was so horny from watching her showing off and asked if she was really going to fuck him. She said oh I'm definitely going to fuck him. Just over a week later she called and said she would be a little late getting home she had an errand to run. When she came in the door I was shocked at how she was dressed. She works in an office and she always wears dresses or skirts but I've never. They kissed violently as he positioned himself, pushing slightly, and then harder as their hips met. A small cry came from her mouth. Flesh to flesh, hip to hip, chest to chest. He pulled out and pushed back in as her body became reacquainted with his. The pumping began. Hard, fast, ruthless. He knew what he - and she wanted. He wanted to make her lose herself in passion and lust.Although he was on the bottom, he was doing most of the work as he used every muscle in his body to move hers. She.