I couldn?t wait to get home to talk to Beth and when I arrived told herabout my find.? To my surprise she wasvery keen to see it but I was starting to...get butterflies in my stomach. The next evening we went and looked at the station again. Beth was quiteimpressed and we inspected all the offices and out buildings.? Then we checked that the front doors wouldopen easily and she seemed to be satisfied. We locked up and went to the pub for a quick drink and to discuss theidea about using the. Which left Melissa with the hair brush. She idly rubbed her pussy with the bristles before deciding decorum was required whereupon she bolted the bed chamber door to afford some privacy before once again easing the handle of the brush inside herself . It was too slender, she decided, so she tried her fingers, but they were too short. She needed a man. Or at least a cock, maybe two, or three. Life was passing her by. It was time to take action.“Rosie where is my caligraphy set!” Melissa. "I'm not trying to steal you from her, I promise. It's just that sometimes it's nice to have a dick in you, and while I really enjoy what Shanna does for me, I want more. Who better than you? I know she trusts you."Ha! I think. I know she doesn’t, else why would she be so adamant about what I’m allowed to do around this other woman?"I don't know," I tell her uncertainly. It isn't that I’m adverse to the thought of fucking this beautiful golden blonde haired woman, just that I really don’t care. A crazy old Siwash, they said.Adams closed the gate, pulled a folded cloth from his lapel pocket and wiped his sweating forehead. His driver scrambled to open the rear door of the Lincoln town car. Adams settled himself and ordered the driver to return to Winthrop and his motel room.“Parker,” he barked into the telephone, when the private investigator came on the line after several minutes delay. “Parker, don’t you ever keep me holding this damned phone again! For what we’re paying you, I don’t.