" You were in Blackpool last weekend with some little tart. You were seen so don't try to deny it." Victoria, last week I was in Edinburgh. You know t...at, I spoke to you several times." I know nothing of the kind. I spoke to you on your mobile phone; you could have been in bloody Timbuktu for all I knew. And I've been told you were in Blackpool with a woman." Victoria, I was working. You know my itinerary; it's the same four times a year. Glasgow, Edinburgh, Aberdeen. Three days in each. I've. It took a day to make the trade and repack the smaller container, but I least now I only had to pay for two containers to be transported, instead of three, but it didn't help me as much as I'd hoped.I obtained three separate quotes but they were all appalling. To defy the independent truckers strike, even the cheapest estimate was probably triple what the expense ought to have been in kinder days. Even the lowest quote now was about the same as the one offered to my mother less than a week ago. I was surprised as to how nice her pussy was. Her outer labia were free of any hair, as was her butt hole, but from her clit up across her pubic mound, she had a nice stripe of blond hair. The hair wasn't too long, and the stripe was only about three centimeters wide. It seemed just right. Her clit was small, but I managed to play with it anyway. Fondling it with my tongue, and even gently biting it. It made her moan.In the meantime she kept on sucking my dick, taking it all the way in and. She looked up at me and asked, "Why didn't you come to the funeral?" I didn't know," I said. "I just found out yesterday." I thought Paula would have called you." You don't know Paula then." I don't understand." She hates me." Paula?" She has a thing against men." Not that I've seen. She's pretty businesslike, but she's sweet." Vy's men." Vy didn't have any men in her life except you." I know. That's why you didn't know how Paula could be." When you didn't show, I thought about calling, but I.