"Well, it's not that at all," he stammered helplessly, "It's...it's just... almost too attractive, if you know..." I think we both do," she interrupte..., "Dave, while you were out this afternoon I found a key lying behinda chair in the living room. I wondered what it might be for, and thought I'd just try it in the door of thespare bedroom you keep locked. Because, like you said, you keep all your important papers and yourfather's gun collection in there."He felt a flush of heat climbing his. After a couple of minutes he let go of the back of my head allowing me to pull off of his pole, I couldn't take it and threw myself backwards onto the sofa lifted my legs into the air spread open and said fuck me like my husband can't!With that he jumped ontop of me and I felt the head of his big meaty cock probing at the entrance of my cunt I could feel my juices running down to my ass as he just slipped in and out not giving me what i wanted then suddenly he forces his cock into me as deep as. ’ Then I asked her about her life. She talked about her childhood and how she was mostly very comfortable being alone. She said that she liked to read and liked long walks alone in the woods. She found great serenity just sitting quietly by herself. ‘Even now I love to just go and sit by the pond.’ She explained that it was a good thing because she was teased throughout grade school on account of her height. If I wasn’t being teased about my height I was being teased about my brain. In high. I closed the drawers and closet restoring the room to the perfect order it had been in when I'd arrived. I felt like such an intruder as I closed the door behind me and headed barefoot to the stairs that led to the deck. I had my foot on the first rung when I felt the urge to see what was behind the last door in the room. I took that first step anyway but paused on the second. There were SO many reasons not to worry about the third room: The need to get off the boat and back to my real life,.