“On the Essence of Soul Apparatuses,” she read aloud, drawing an odd look from her sister. Well, no one had accused the place or its owner of bein... normal. No author was listed, so she gently pulled the book from its space on the shelf and regarded the cover: simple green leather with silver lettering, well worn by time, but in remarkably good shape nonetheless. Still, there was no author name, so she opened to the first page. The instant the cover parted from the paper, an icy chill filled her. ’ He swallowed and nodded. She was satisfied there would be no rashness from that quarter. Now she moved swiftly to the door of the coach, grasped the handle, and wrenched it open with her left hand. She stepped into the open rectangle and peered in, the pistol steady in her other hand. Inside were three passengers: a matron with what might be her niece or daughter, and opposite a man of middle age. Judging from their reactions the man was a stranger to these two women. She also judged that. As you tie it up you hear the door to the room close. "Honey, I'm home," Wendy calls from outside the bathroom door. One last look at the mirror and your ready to go. Wait, you back up realizing that you washed your face in the shower. Why is your makeup and lipstick still in place? Oh my God, this is amazing. You still look as made up as you were before hopping into the shower. You return to the bedroom still tucked into your robe and go straight to Wendy for a passionate kiss. She kisses you. ” I jeered. I started to squeeze the teen’s jailbait ass cheeks, as I rubbed the ample amount of oil on it. I gave her ass some playful spanks, feigning that I was trying to even out the oil. Next I put both hands on her thigh, and moved my hands up and down, extending from her knee all the way up to her crotch. I made sure to put extra pressure in her crotch region when my hands reached it. I could even hear her softly moaning as my hands applied pressure on her pussy through the thin fabric..