. pulsing shaft ready to release his load within her. Charity was ready... waiting... wanting... legs around him, giving herself to him. Charity sense... his urgency... the overwhelming need as he thrust once more, deeply... shooting his hot load of cum into her. He pulsed... and shot more... again and again... it was wonderful, delicious, and never-ending. Charity wrapped herself in his arms, relishing the effects of his lovemaking. Her body slick with perspiration, hot... very satisfied.. The records show the farm has two houses, a shed, and other outbuildings, but no details of where they sit or what they’re made of. Only that they were approved for residence over a hundred years ago and were inspected when electricity was provided back in the sixties. Dad got the idea to build a better house without asking for approval. The idea is to make the new places look like old houses, but with new insides and roofs. So the walls are made of concrete blocks tinted to mimic sandstone. There was momentary resistance then the nozzle slowly slid into Mel’s bum hole.“There, that didn’t hurt, did it!” I said.“No,” admitted Mel, “but it feels funny.”“Now try to stop anything leaking from your bum hole,” I said, “and let me know when you think you can’t hold it in any longer.” I fiddled with the nozzle’s settings to set its meter back to zero then turned the water back on so that it trickled into Mel’s bowels.“I can feel it,” exclaimed Mel. “It’s sort of nice but it’s making me. Two detectives were to sit up in turns.This time, after making a minute search of the little room in which Fauville's son used to sleep, they locked and bolted the doors and shutters. At eleven o'clock they switched off the electric chandelier.Don Luis and Weber hardly slept at all.The night passed without incident of any kind.But, at seven o'clock, when the shutters were opened, they saw that there was a letter on the table. Just as on the last occasion, there was a letter on the table!When.