Was someone still to this day maintaining the place? I examined the remaining rooms upstairs to little avail, the same as downstairs with all the fur...iture covered in dusty white sheets. So with not even so much as a bad vibe, or an unexplained noise I made my way back downstairs with disappointment. I decided to wait there for a little longer, as to let the night sky come over, as I thought all good stories happen at night dont they? So I sat on a dusty sheet-covered couch and waited. An hour. Vanessa's face was a mask of rage and fury, but she wasn't yelling or screaming as she came out. She just looked just very, very angry.As she caught sight of Rayne she marched over her direction. When she was almost on top of Rayne, Rayne noticed her diamond ring was no longer on her finger.Rayne could see tears in Vanessa's eyes as she yelled "I hope you're happy you slut you got what you wanted. Now Matt isn't marrying me because of whatever you said too him. I knew you were doing him, but I. If you’re like me you have a “type” of guy who puts the steel in your fuck stick. Some guys like girlish twinks, while others are hot for older men with hair on their chests, not their heads. To each his own, right?My type is the tall, skinny dude. I don’t know why, but I like a guy with some altitude. And experience has taught me the taller and leaner he is, the bigger his dick tends to be. THAT is a definite plus.The jogging boy heading my way definitely fit all my parameters. He was about 26. “I better not come in Phil, I am all grassy and sweaty and I don’t want to mess up your floors.” “No worry Steve, I have a shower downstairs near the laundry. Why don’t you go down and have a quick shower and then you can come have a drink OK.” After my shower, I slipped back into my shorts, leaving my briefs off. It felt a lot cleaner that way. I made my way back to the sitting room and Phil had a long glass of Coke waiting for me. “Thank you so much for doing that chore for me Steve.” “It.