The hands were silkily running up and down her legs, getting closer and closer to her pussy. Her own hands were tightly gripping the plate as she coul... feel the lust starting to gather within her.“Yeah, glad you think so Uncle Brett, because we thought you ought to build a conditioning gym here at the house and the only place would in your garage and utility room.”For a moment a shaft of the old Brett emerged, the garage and utility room was where he went to relax ... his car and tools filled. Her car had broken down on the other side of the Bay. She was waiting for a tow truck to arrive at the parking lot of a coffee shop. In a sad and anxious voice she told me that there was no way she could shop for groceries and cook dinner for me as planned. “Text me directions to where you are, Florence. I want to pick you up,” I said to her. “Are you sure?” she asked. “Yes, I’m sure. But…” I teased her. “But what, Gil?” Her voice crackled a bit as she spoke the words. “You’ll have to. "But it sure was the kinkiest," he assured them in a way that made them feel complimented. When he left they told him they'd call to let him know if the procedure had been successful. "Hey, anytime," he said, "No charge." He jabbed Tom lightly in the ribs, kissed Laura on the lips, and went off into the night. Laura made more coffee and she and Tom took their cups into the living room. They sat on the couch and sipped in silence for a while. "It was O.K.?" Laura asked at last. "Well, we'll see.. I was recollecting recentevents which ultimately led to the situation I'm in.It was a lovely summer morning, so I decided to go fishing at sea,try my luck, and also get some free food, why not? After the last of the preparations had been made, I put on my "lucky" shirt and set sail. It was verywarm, and I could feel the Sun massaging my skin. I finally found a nice spot, far from the shore where I thought should be plenty of fish.I was fishing for about an hour with no success whatsoever, and.