He was familiar enough with the town that the map location told him a little about what would be around the places that looked possible.“No,” he s...id of one picture. “Those amenities and that decor may well be worth the price, but we have two four-year-old boys. They need space, space inside and space outside.”“Space and a low budget,” Marge said. “How does a fixer-upper sound?”“It depends. First, as I said, we have two small boys. A hole in the floor that we could fix next year would mean that. "I need toput something on." It wasn't Derek. She had given him a key shortly afterhe started driving her everywhere. And he would just knock first and thencome in and announce himself once she had told him that she didn't mindhim doing that."It's Kira, Jenny. Can we come in?" she heard hollered back to herthrough the metal walls. She leaned into the hallway and told them to goahead. She finished slipping her long baggy nightshirt over her nakedbody and walked in the room to meet them. Kira and. She was bent over her waist, with one black cock stuck in her sweet mouth and another one in her delicate hand.The third man was fondling her cunt with his giant black fingers, making Anita moaning in pleasure as he plowed two or three fingers inside her.My sensual babe looked as if she loved it and I could hear her telling the third man to stop fingering her and just fuck her with his huge black cock.The man immediately stood up and when he did he held his monster in his hand. It must have. Nothing there.Suddenly he looked up and caught her eyes. She must have leaned too far forward to see it or something, but there was no pretending she hadn't been looking. Someone like this man deserved more than easy deception. She looked into his eyes, sympathetically, she thought. He stared back at her—offended, mystified, it was hard to read his blank, mute response. Impulsively she reached out her hand and put it on his, and poured all the sympathy and connection she could into the touch of.