’ She motioned to the sleeping mat. As he complied, she went to the shrine and pulled her sweatshirt over her head, revealing her body, covered in t...ttoos. A grinning dragon came over her shoulder to loll over upthrust breasts. She pulled off the bottoms and the rest of her was similarly clad. She knelt and struck a small bell. The tone reverberated through the room. Picking up a small ladle she poured water over her head and then slipped into a silk robe. Grabbing some small trays, she came. Can I speak to one of your self-procliamed wives, Reginald?”“Sure. Frances! Come speak to the editor of the Scarborough News.”He left it up to her as to what she told him.“Hello, sir. What can I do for you?”“My name? Mrs Frances Robertson.”“It is my legal name, sir.”She listened then declared, “You ought to know something about the law of England, to edit a newspaper. I changed my name by deed poll, and that is what it now is.”“Wife? Yes, I am Reg’s wife, though there is no marriage certificate. I very nearly gagged as my slimy, salty spunk collected on my tongue but there was a purpose and need to do this. I swallowed as Justine’s legs searched for my head and encouraged my mouth back into place. My cock vibrated as a reward for my actions - Justine was moaning. “Go on Mike, eat your neighbour’s spunky pussy.” I yanked the purple crotch to one side and drove my tongue into the bare flesh beneath. There were familiar scents and tastes and I dreamed of never stopping licking her.. Sean gave George a call and we lugged the bags to the curb. George pulled up and popped the trunk. Siobhan calmly tossed in both bags, as if they did not weight fifty pounds each. Then we drove to Avis, where Sean rented a van, almost a small bus.George took the van, while Sean drove the car. He quickly maneuvered us out of the airport and into a residential neighborhood. We stopped at restaurant called Casa de Espana. Checking his watch, Sean said, "We are a bit late. I hope it is not.