.. such a mundane name. Her father was the developer of the number one ski resort in Jackson Hole.“She’s a KILLER.”She was just loud enough that...I heard her say it. So far it had been innuendo and whisper in the corner with silence when I walked by.Stepping up to the plate I took a swing at her fast pitch. “You have a problem with that?” I asked.“Yes, I do ... you took a life.”“I didn’t take a single life ... I’ve eliminated five scum of the earth.”“Oh ... My ... God! You are a serial killer,”. "Here, let me help you in the tree."She moved over to the tree, and made a swing out of her hands for me to step into. I put my foot in her hands, reached up for the tree branch, and grabbed it. I barely had it with my fingertips, and there was no way I could pull myself up.Urania moved behind me, hands on my bum and attempted to push me up. This caused my bottom cheeks to spread, showing her things only my mother had seen."Oh!" she exclaimed, stepping back and causing me to fall to the hard. He then takes hold of her leather coat pulling it from her body then tossing it out of the way. He looks her up and down from head to toe under the bright lights. Dressed in a gray crop top, blue and gray Gasoline jeans. And black pumps. Her long blonde hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. With a pair of rose colored sunglasses resting on top of her head. Her makeup was packed on with lots of that blue eye shadow and mascera. His big cock buldged from his pants."Have a seat Mrs.Jones." She. " Sarah guided David tothe full length mirror and he almost fainted with amazement. Before him hesaw a blonde little maid just as gorgeous as Sarah. Her face was prettilymade up whilst she was clad in blue satin, her skirts so short that herfrilly panties were clearly visible above her stocking tops. Luckily, thetent in his panties was just covered! David stood there and minced andfidgeted, his satin gloved hands touching and stroking his dress and hispetticoats. Sarah came and stood beside him.