I even went around the block just to get another look, and I was not disappointed. Later that same day on my way home, I was driving slow up a hill. R...nning towards me was a man in his mid 20's, thick muscular body, no shirt covering his hairy chest, warring only very short nylon shorts, no jock strap. It was so hot he was drenched in sweat, his shorts were stuck to him like a second skin, he may as well been naked. Again I got an instant hard-on and my heart fluttered. All this in the same day. I run my hand in between her cleavage, letting her warm breasts fully envelope my forearm. I hug her deeply, inhaling more of her sweet scent, licking her neck. I move my hand back to her breast, this time pinching her hard little nipple. Damn, just so thick and heavy.. of course, she had a baby. I pinch some more, kneading. Wetness. I bring my hand out and smell my fingers. Milk! I suck on it, tasting her sweet breast milk. Really, sweet, like sugar or honey. My dick is a rock against her. Now first, what do you want your code word to be?”“Huh?”“You need a code word, so that the other person knows if they’ve gone too far.”“What about simply, ‘Stop, that hurts!’”“Too obvious, nobody’ll know if you mean it or are simply getting into it,” explained the tall brunette. “No, you want something that you won’t be yelling out in the heat of passion. What’s your favorite flower?”“Chrysanthemums.”“Great. If something is going on you don’t enjoy, just yell out ‘chrysanthemum.’ Okay?” Anita. If you ask me those feelings are sort of sappy. If needed Isadora can also be used as a pawn. The problem being that she is not a blood relative of Mr. Hague. Grace and her grandmother tend to keep to themselves. Their house is perfect for a hermit. It is set back in a large grove of trees about a hundred yards off a small secondary road. The house is miles from the nearest neighbor. It is not exactly like the ‘House of Usher’, but it does have a sort of old, creepy feel to it. Because of these.