Moore fingering Diane.Diane was moaning in pleasure as Mr. Moore played with her cunt. Sylvia watched in fascination as the man’s fingers slipped an... slid along the woman’s legs to her swollen cunt. She watched Mr. Moore’s fingers massaged Diane’s clit. Then they pressed hard and her cuntlips spread wide open. The woman’s cunt gaped open, and Sylvia could see the glistening pink pussy flesh inside. As she watched, the fingers pushed into the moist pussy. Sylvia felt Brandy’s tongue going into. I married my husband Phil when I was 18 and he was 31 and our wedding took place less than a year after his first wife had died during childbirth. At the time Phil had a nine-month-old son (Brian) and I guess he was looking for someone to help him raise the child while he developed his career in the insurance industry. Phil was, and remains, a very successful salesman and he quickly moved up in the hierarchy of his company and because of that success Brian and I have never wanted for much of. " I even stomped my foot down at one pointduring the message. It felt really good, but I was a bit "female aboutit" really throwing a fit.About two hours later, my phone rang, it was the owner of my lawnservice and he was mad. He explained to me that I didn't understand howa professional lawn service worked and that he expected to receivepayment for the work that had been done. I told him it didn't look likeany work had been done and that he should turn his blades on or perhapssharpen them,. No new message.And still…I walked through the doors. This car was completely empty, several of the fluorescent lights flickering badly. I walked straight through and found another crumpled piece of paper by the door at the end. No message, but now there was no doubt. She had left a trail of breadcrumbs for me. A yellow brick road to follow.In the next car, there was a teenage kid sitting with a laptop and oversized earphones. And an old woman reading a book. And another piece of paper.Through.