Aidan did all the things one does when opening a home after a two week absence: picking up the mountain of mail, opening all the windows, checking the...fridge. Putting the kettle to boil. Then he showed Sam to her room, the master bedroom.“But this must be your room,” she said.“Vicky was using it when she was ill,” he explained, then hastened to qualify. “Don’t worry, I’ve cleaned it thoroughly! All my things are still in the second bedroom. In any case, this room is en-suite, and it’ll give you. ”“We guessed.” Everyone else but Helena said simultaneously.“That was the former home of Esteban Lopez. Yes, the one from the news about four months ago. The coke lord brutally murdered in his bedroom, in front of his five mistresses, ‘by a ghost.’ A hit so surgical, yet brutal, that even his former allies are claiming credit.”Troy took a seat next to Helen, took in what she said, and faced her before speaking.“Ok, it said Lot 15. Is that a location?”“No.” Helena replied. “All right, you know. It became my routine to be home at around 12 or 1 pm. My attendance in class was hit hard but I was good at academics and sports and I had a kind of good rapport with the lecturers. So my attendance was taken care of. Also, there were friends who gave proxies. ???????????? Even Bindu would come home around the same time. And the fun would start right from the main door. I would just grab on her boobs and start sucking over the clothes. It had become a kind of a routine for me to suck her boobs. The salty taste of hisprecum coated the tip of my tongue and I listened to him sigh in pleasure. I only had a few seconds to savor the taste as Jay kept up thepressure on my head, forcing my lips further down the length of his cock.He moved his other hand to the top of my head, holding it firmly. My mouthwhich had been watering since the sight of his bare chest in the doorwaywas flooded now at the taste of his cock. I sank down, his cock goingdeeper and deeper into my mouth until the head.