” My grandmother held her arms up and fixed me with one of her uncompromising expressions. Having been a teacher for over thirty years she had the l...ok down to a fine art. “Today’s Saturday, Robert, and unless someone broke in and took them, targeted them specifically, the only possible culprit is you.” My grandmother’s finger jabbed in my direction.It was one of those moments of humiliation when you wish the ground would just open up.What had possessed me to take them? Why didn’t I just look. Lenny was gentle at first, tickling her clit and probing her tight hole, and he could feel her getting wetter and wetter. Sally was panting like she was running a marathon, mouthing nonsensical words in the passionate fog that was about to overwhelm her. “Feel good, baby?” Lenny asked.“Sooo goood…” she panted back. “Still want me to make you cum?”“Sooo baaad,” she answered.“Tell me.” “Please, baby, make me cum… I need it so bad…” Just saying the words brought her closer to that elusive orgasm,. . "Any luggage?" She asked, "no.. Just me" she said turning her back and walking away.She walked towards the bar on the far end and went straight to the counter, "One Cranberry vodka please" she said in between sobs."Sure thing" the bar tender said as he offered it to her, ignoring her mood and not bothering to ask how she felt "thanks". she downed it quickly placing the empty glass back on the counter and headed for her room.It was pretty nice, it gave her the space she needed. Her phone was. ’ She said. ‘It’s so much more civilised than those horrid coaches.’ Simon turned to me in the back seat and rolled his eyes. I had to stifle the snorting laughter that I wanted to let out loud at his mother’s snobbery, which he was obviously equally embarrassed about. ‘Mother, would you rather collect us from Bristol?’ Simon replied. You know as well as I that the train connections are appalling from London and you wouldn’t see us till midnight.’ ‘True’ his mother conceded. ‘That wouldn’t be.