No beaches, though. Taylor would just have to deal.The hotel, sort of a mid range affair, was just inside the old city. A few blocks to the right the ...treets became modern and sterile, with the occasional attempt to mimic the past. Turning to the left, though, led you into the heart of the city, the part with hundreds of years of history, of building and rebuilding. Narrow stone paved streets, lined with three story stucco covered buildings. Fred and Taylor walked down these hand in hand, the. Cindy was all eyes as I drove through the neighborhood. It must seem like a strange, almost foreign place to her. Gone were the gravel roads, dirt yards and drab trailers she was used to seeing. In their places were paved streets, manicured lawns and large single-story brick homes. The homes, although modern, appeared warm and lived-in. Although the subdivision was relatively new, there were flower beds, palm and magnolia trees. It was obvious that the people that lived here took pride in their. She was wearing a tshirt and shorts and was barefoot. She had her back to me unpacking groceries and putting them away. "Hey Nanc what are you doing home? Thought I was by myself."Her back still to me not even turning her head around, there was a bit of a quiver in her voice as she answered, "Had some shopping to do before I go to Katie's house. What are you doing home?"Walking up behind her and reaching over her shoulder for a bag, I put my hand on her hip and pressed my now hardening cock. Suddenly, the fur is gone, and I can feel the fronds of the rose flogger flowing over my skin, following the same path as the fur, and it’s so hard to concentrate with the music in my head – it sounds like a hundred voices singing, weaving an ethereal tapestry of fine, silken gold and silver through my head, mixed with the feel of the soft suede against my skin… trailing over me… oh my… abruptly, it disappears. Then suddenly, sharply, it bites down on my belly.“Uggh!” I cry out. It takes me by.