He chuckled darkly, leaning lower to nip along her collarbone and chest. He finally released her throat, that hand cupping a breast. It was a handful ...or sure. She was panting and moaning next to his ear as he bit her shoulder again, kneading her perky breast through the lace. She grinded against his fingers, his body holding her up as her knees tried to give out.Finally, Austin drew back, withdrawing his fingers. "Step out of your shoes." She wore her sneakers loose and it wasn't difficult to. He even got the crap knocked out of him a few times. I guess he decided enough was enough. On Friday at school he told some of us that his dad was going out of town fishing for the weekend and we should come over to his house after it got good and dark. All he would tell us was that we could bring whoever we wanted and come in small groups so the neighbors wouldn’t notice.I was in the first group to show up of course and when Mark answered the door we all took a step back and thought “what the. He's not slick enough to scam them by having booty on the side, a big non-no. His rep in Law enforcement is basic to his career, so his record is pristine. Did he get a reprieve; did someone intervene ? The women and the rest benefit more by having him here then by shunning him. The thought of being caressed is what keeps him here, so he must be well conditioned from early on. Word gets around, they know he lives in the compound, so he's a man of stature. Plus no one is stupid enough to deny. "Who would have made it?" How the hell would I know?" Jennifer said. "Maybe the book on the table will help us find out. Shit, I have no idea what this says. And I had three years of French. True, I got B's and C's. Well, and a D. But still, you'd think some of it would make sense." It is Medieval French," Marie-Renee said, looking over Jennifer's shoulder at the book the young girl had found on the dust-covered desk. "Mon Dieu! The last notebook of Michel de Nostredame!" You read Medieval.