Finally, when he fingered her slit, I found myself reaching down and sliding a finger into my pussy, moaning as it mirrored the man’s in the story. ...aken away by the eroticism of the moment, I lay back as my finger worked its magic, the laptop sliding to one side. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the stimulation I was giving myself, lost in a fantasy of my own. After a few minutes, I returned to the story. Now the girl was sucking the man’s cock, and I couldn’t help but reach over and take one of. After she had gone, Ted muttered in a voice that mirrored the blackness in his heart, "Yes, little girl. Thank you for showing yourself to me. I now have a reason to live."Ted ran to his car and drove as fast as he could to the grandmother's apartment on the North Side. It was on the second floor of a carriage house, behind some other houses and away from the street.Ted knocked hard on the door, then banged harder. No answer. He banged again. No answer, again. Perfect, Ted thought. It was just. Well, the day is dry for once. Best not waste it.The last real storm had blown down a Sitka Spruce tree over the driveway. Jean had cleared it, with the chainsaw, but those logs were too big for the fire. Might as well chop 'em and stack 'em on such a nice day. He splits the big logs in half with the axe. Whack! Whack! His mind went blank of all but the physical task at hand.A quick dig around the shed showed the hatchet was missing. Cursing his 19-year-old son, Gregor located the hatchet,. So the next day at the pool, when he saw the five guys eyeing her up. He told her that she had five very interested guys almost falling out of their chairs for her and that he was going for a walk, to see what would happen. She had told him he was not to leave her, but as he stood to go, she asked, ‘well how far should I go’. Rufus had just turned back to her, and told her to go as far as she was comfortable with, he would support her and be there for her, whatever happened.Once he got down.