Her fingers were on her clit as she ran those thoughts through her head over and over, crying even as she brought herself to orgasm one more time.It s...emed to calm her, and she stood, straightened her clothes, and stepped out of the stall to wash her face. When she thought she looked presentable, she went out to find Amy--she didn't want her friend to think anything had happened. It would be too humiliating. When she finally spotted Amy, she waved and hurried toward her, hesitating only when. Was she in my home, or still travelling,I hadn't tried to contact her, I didn't see the point I guess.We were married in the grounds of one of the many castles in England,for most, you see one castle, you've seen them all, but this one wasdifferent. Everyone was in medieval style dress, I had heard of thembut never thought about marrying this way. It was a novel andtraditional approach to it which I welcomed.Wearing an embroidered, flowing dress with a snug bodice, panties,stockings and. Plus my truck’s not empty, and there’s two more trucks behind this one.” He banged on the truck, and moments later men began piling out the back. Each was armed with an automatic rifle. The Patrollers didn’t recognise them, but they looked scary. The armed soldiers held back, but spread out slightly so that they could be seen, holding their weapons in a way that told the Patrollers they were very ready to be used.“Drop those clubs,” the corporal told the three men. All three Patrollers looked. Well shit. Going with the truck theme, I named the cigarette boat Race Truck and made a mental note to contact my favorite driver in the NASCAR truck series to see if I could get permission to paint the boat using a paint scheme from his truck, and put his truck number on the boat.When it came time to ante up the taxes on three boats, I knew the taxes on the yacht would be horrendous. I was surprised when the U.S. Coast Guard captain only charged me registration and taxes on the two smaller.