That leaves the fourth and that has a very interesting little history. “Now this one was brought out of Russia by a Wehrmacht officer during the la...ter stages of World War Two. Unusually, for those times, it wasn’t looting. Seems that this German chappie had saved a monastery from the attentions of the SS. Apparently he was the religious type and he lined up his tanks and threatened to blow all the Blackshirts to Kingdom Come. They wanted to fire the place as a nest of partisans. Our hero. Her turn signal came on because of course now she had to obey all the rules. Now that she was caught.Bitch.She maneuvered over onto the shoulder. I stayed on her ass the entire way there. The moment she stopped, I typed her license plate into my computer while radioing to dispatch I had pulled her over. Nothing suspicious came back on the license plate. It was registered to a Georgia Curtis.I climbed out, my dick bobbing before me. I didn't care. The whole world could see my girl-dick. Cars. I didn't look back at Louise though. I didn't dare. Lee reached over and hugged Martin, and then made another comment. For this, I forgave all past transgressions."Martin honey, you needn't think you're getting away with it either. We can see you've got a boner too."It was Mart's turn to change colour now, but at least he was brave enough to smile. Martin and I sat there with our hands over our thighs as Louise reached forward, her breasts thrust out in front, and grabbed the bottle."Listen. Like I said – not a contest.”“That silence, Tommy ... Where can I find that? Don’t get me wrong, I LOVED Saturday – the social. It was happy chaos, all the conversations, the activities, the people, the music ... But sometimes I just want to be still and be quiet and maybe read, with some music in the background. I miss that.”“You don’t have your own room at the shelter.”“Us single girls without children, we share a room. I’m lucky for that. But my room-mate’s taste for music, it’s nothing like.