“Thank you Alan, you studs can really give a girl a good time hey?” She certainly had cheered up from an hour ago.Emma left the lounge to take her...shower, and the boys all left me seeing as the match had finished. Now I was by myself, listening to the shower going upstairs. Remembering her whispers from earlier, I decided to sneak up for another go…I crept along to the shower room and curled my head round the door, she’d stopped showering and had a pink towel on, bending over sorting her. )The child effectively trapped for a while, Mrs. King pressed her. "Those men hired your father to find this 'Pope John's Cross'. Something happened to him." She took her eyes off the road to glance at the young girl who'd taken the seat belt off. "It sounds like that something was pretty bad. Is he in the hospital?"The young blonde glared out the windshield. "If I say he is, will you take me there?"The woman said, "No." She picked up her reasoning, "It also sounds like your father told you all. " And then he stepped past me, still chuckling.I just stared at his back, completely confused with what he was talking about.Following Michael to the exit, I found the girls waiting."Did you forget your book?" Mandy asked. "We've got to get Savannah to her connection flight."The others looked excited, but Savannah looked anxious. I nodded to Mandy. "Lead the way." As the girls started off again, I turned to find Michael but he was nowhere to be seen. "What the hell?" I muttered to myself as I. I had beautiful, muscular, long, slender legs. Still do. I stood legs straight, heels apart, toes touching, my back arched, my bottom pointed at the mirror. My bottom was firm and white as snow, and i admired the way my legs began to taper as they neared its pert roundness. My inner thighs were glistening in the light with my moisture! My fingertips went to my behind and lightly caressed the elastic mark where the tan line was as i watched over my shoulder. Throwing my head back to let my hair.