That’s where everyone would go.’ Otis just nodded. Hollow house was a local legend, supposed to be haunted. It was isolated down in the river bott...ms lands, and no one ever went there now. There was no thought of calling the cops, or of even not going to save Ariel. He would save her. The drive alone took 30 minutes, thanks to a old driver who thought a 55 speed really meant 15 on a one lane road. Otis had been ready to run him off the road, but JB made him see reason somehow. They parked away. She'd had a few glasses of wine, so was feeling quite good with it. He told her he'd have to pop around after work one night and have a better look. Then he went back to the reception. I asked how she felt. She said horny; the young guys had been saying quite naughty things to her all night and getting a quick feel when they thought they could get away with it. A short time after we said our goodnights and started to walk down the drive to ours, we heard footsteps behind and it was the three. But excitement hardened her belly and puckered the inside of her mouth. When she had sucked Ward's tongue, she had wished it were a cock. Perhaps she had reached a point where she could thrill someone that way. She was struck at her husband's expression of bliss.She noticed that Ward had dropped onto one of the straight chairs, sprawled with his legs extended and one ankle crossed over the other. Leanne straddled him, her boobs jouncing and her hair a shimmering, blue-black cloud around her. I wasn’t a morning person, and my body wasn’t ready to run a mile around that time. With the big mouth that I have, I had communicated this fact to everyone I knew very clearly. So, there was no chance I’d be able to go two times a day without anyone getting suspicious.Despite what I had expected, our fuck sessions actually served as great workouts, much better than my daily run. I often wore my fitness band while I was at her flat. After I was done, the number of calories burnt was a lot more.