Tja, ich bin tod. Ich sitze hier unten und schlage meine Zeit tot. Und die ist lang. Gestorben bin ich im Knast. Das hatte die Richterin und der Staat...anwalt nicht gedacht. Zur Besserung hatten sie gesagt. Und nun sitze ich hier. Erstochen und für alle Zeit hier. Und mein Nachbar nerft.„Hey hey wie heist du Kumpel?“„Geht dich nichts an“ brumme ich.„Ach auch egal, bald binn ich hier raus.“ japst der Typ. Auch Geister können nerven.„Wie raus?“ Trotz der Penetranz des Typs wurde ich. She slid his pants down and off, Davey kicking off his shoes. She looked at him and asked, ‘So what’s next?’ ‘This,’ he replied and shucked her underwear revealing the thin line of hair that was all Robbin had not shaved off. Her cunt was soaking wet, but his cock was hard as a rock. He picked her up and laid her on the bed, starting at her lips and kissing his way down her body, stopping to suck on each of her nipples, and to play momentarily with the ring in her belly button. When he got to. ‘The painting is for sale, Justin, not the young woman.’ At the familiar and only half teasing voice, Justin smiled and turned to find Wendy Ann Lewis, the gallery owner, and a longtime friend standing behind him, her green eyes serious as her flaming red hair tumbled down her back. ‘And just because I am curious, do we know who the young woman is?’ He did not bother to hide his interest, he had known Wendy too long for that and she sighed as she nodded, looking far less than pleased, which. There stood my wife in the kitchen. High heels, thigh high hose, and a micro mini skirt with matching top. And no panties. Sexy enough she said? All I could do was nod.She asked where Al was. I told her he was putting his tools away and was coming in for something to drink. She said have you paid him yet? No I replied. Think he'll settle for a blow job instead of cash? Oh I bet you could convince him I said. She giggled and said well we'll see huh? I guess we will I said in response. We heard.