Inga had burnt most of what Anika had held dear two days ago after their fight. Everything from her trunk was gone. Her drawings, her books, and her b...autiful dresses. But it was an item that had her sobbing as he had found her in the cupboard, not the pain from the blows she had suffered, or her ruined beautiful hair. Inga had burnt her teddy. A teddy made by hand, brown leather skin, with sewn patches, and hand stitched eyes and nose, it was not the most beautiful looking bear Varin had seen. They hadn't known Ryan was well enough acquainted with Michaels' wife to phone her. They smiled broadly at his suggestion they call her and invite her along for the "confrontation," as they called it. Someone handed Ryan a cell phone with the top already flipped open."Mrs. Michaels?" Ryan asked."Yes?" the feminine voice answered uncertainly."Sharon, this is Ryan Gilchrist," he said somberly."Oh... hello Ryan," she replied. There had been no pause. She'd remembered his name immediately, though. I went hysterical as I thought of what my folks would say if I came home smelling like beer! Bruce tried to quiet me down and then said ' ... stop shouting, there is a washer and drier here so I can wash your clothes. Bruce went to one of the rooms and came back with some clothes and said I could go into the bath room and change.I went into the toilet and took off my drenched clothes and looked at the shorts and t-shirt he had supplied. It was than that I found out the shorts were way too large. She also sees the damp spot appear and spread, like a blooming flower. Her hands reach his sides and she slowly slides his undies down and removes them. As she looks up at his face, she slowly takes the hard length of his manhood into her mouth. Her eyes close as she moans in pleasure at the taste of precum. He moans his pleasure at the feel of her sucking on him, at the look of joy on her face as she’s sucking on him. Short minutes later, she stops. As she stands, she removes her thong. He.