Her body was shaking and she felt a huge tug on her nipples that were almost painful. Anna and Stella poured some coffee and walked into the kitchen and in the corner was a small breakfast nook. Happily she raced to her car, stuffed to the brim with her clothes and meager belongings. On one side sat a huge claw foot tub, followed by a small sink, then a toilet, then a narrow walkway that went to a powder room. “Martha took care of this house when she was here. Her clit was being assaulted by the vibrations, She could fell some of her wetness leaking out of her and creating a slickness in her panties. “What the fuck is that” she exclaimed as she went closer to the mirror to inspect the marks. parting her lips and slowly working her clit in circles. “she never married, or had family to leave the beautiful house too?” “No” Stella replied. Anna opened the car door and got out, keys in hand practically running up the front steps, inserting the key into the lock.
