I moaned softly, wanting nothing more than to drift back into darkness again.Those hands were strong, kneading my shoulders, then my neck and down my ...ack, warming me.I felt strangely groggy, asking whose hands were on my back…I noticed my arms were stretched above my head, firmly bound to some kind of bedposts, perhaps.Pinned down onto my stomach, I could not even turn my head.I tried to sit up, but a hand on the small of my back kept me down. The deep voice whispered in my ear I should enjoy. 00 clok i left my home and picked her up on way she was looking gerogeous in red t shirt and white pant with 38 size boobs and long open hair wow shit she was a man killer at that time. She likes me very much although she knows i am married with one child. But that does’nt matter to her after all she was a pure virgin untouched piece. She came and sat in the fron t seat. We started our journy and within 6.1/2 hours we touched goa with ang speed of 120km/hr wow it was a great drivin pleasure in. The only difference was their hair. Annette's was a golden blonde that was cut to her shoulders. He noticed that as soon as she met his eyes Annette glanced shyly away.Richard looked between them."I think you must be mother and daughter if not twin sisters," he said.There was a whisper of a smile from Annette."Pleased to meet you, Mr Hoddinot!" she said and then looked down at her feet."And I you, Annette. All set?" turning to Deborah."Yup!"Off they set, the dogs leading and Annette walking a. I was curious to see what he'd become.It had been years since I'd seen any of my southern cousins. Mum's first bout with cancer had cut deeply into our lives, and I'd been too broken after the second, fatal one to travel much. Dad had soldiered on as he always did, but once mum was gone he'd packed it in, bought the BMW motorbike he'd always dreamed about and ridden off into Europe. He phoned me once a week to let me know where he was, and sent me photos of the places he visited and people he.