Christine groaned in disappointment."I am so close! If I can just find my way to the other side, the source of the music must be there! I just know it... Dammit!"She stomped her booted foot in an unusual fit of frustration."Ow!"She cried as pain shot through her foot. She hobbled back a step and held her candle to shine over the offending area."I do not believe what I am seeing!" She muttered.She bent down and picked up a piece of black, glass-like rock."Obsidian! What is this doing. At this point I didn’t care, my little head was pushing me to the breaking point I needed pussy and needed it soon.I knocked on her door and waited a little bit. Soon she opened the door. It took me a little to catch my nerve and start talking. I told her “there has been an outbreak of ticks in the neighborhood and that I found some ticks on my k**s and my wife” it took her a little to understand what I was talking about, then I showed her the flyer, I told her my doctor had given it to me. I. It was wonderful.All of the sudden she threw off the blanket savagely and took my dick her in her hand. She scooted herself up until she was on her knees over the top of my cock. Slowly, she began to let herself down until my dick was once again inside of her. Then, letting go of it, she slid down all the way. At first she began to bounce very slowly, but the pace started to pick up until she was full-on riding my throbbing cock. I reached out and massaged her tiny tits. She threw her head back. Schneider continued. “Please call me Rolf. There is no need for academic formalities in my kitchen. Come and have coffee and tell me what you have found. We have not opened the box in your absence. Frank would not hear of it.” At the mention of his name, Frank stepped through the kitchen door and embraced the couple.“Yes, please call me Madeleine,” she said as Frank led her back into the kitchen. They sipped coffee from Rolf’s countertop espresso machine with satisfaction. It was much better.