O my god!! She was hot, fine, sexy, amazing…I looked around to see if anyone saw me. I instantly got an erection. She was naked, perky little b cup ...its with small light brown nipples and her pussy was shaven and her skin color was exotic with no tattoos. She was walking from her bedroom to the vanity mirror, and I was engulfed in a staring contest with her beautiful tucked in, college pussy. I went inside our apartment and looked for a camera, but nothing.. Memory it’s all on you buddy. This. I turned her around as I touched her, her ass rubbing against my hard on stuck in my jeans. I put my other hand on her mouth as she started to moan, her eyes closed as I slipped a finger in her pussy and started to play with her as she neared closer to her orgasm. Her knees started to buckle as I held her up by her hand over her face.I then slowed down and stopped, taking my fingers out and licking them as I tasted her juices. She looked at me confused and whined in frustration. I turned her. ‘Do hurry Peter; I have a ten-thirty with the Head of UK Sales. And will you stop calling me Chrissie, no one calls me that’‘No one, except me. Oh and Tom, of course.’Her chin hit her chest. She tapped the recorded to the off position. ‘How….who have you, …’ Christine Harper, for once lost for words.‘This look familiar to you?’ I passed over a copy of an email Danny had intercepted. It read simply, good work Chrissie. Later. xx . The sender’s email address read [email protected]. The second song is another hymn I grew up with, called “I Am the Bread of Life.” It was my maternal grandmother’s favorite hymn. When I left home to go out to Colorado for school, my father was so angry that he refused to speak to me for a week before I left, and continued not speaking with me for two months after I got there. My mother spent the entire 90-minute drive to the train station haranguing me about what a horrible decision I was making.My grandmother ... my 80-year-old grandmother.