As he emptied his pockets, he pulled out the Palm handheld that would tell him exactly how long it had been."Our first vow," Paula had called it. In t...e glow he felt after she'd accepted his proposal, that sounded very romantic. And since she hadn't hesitated to say yes, not even when he'd pulled out the ring and explained about saving on the stone so they could go someplace really nice for their honeymoon, he couldn't quibble when she said they should stay chaste from then until their wedding. The garage could hold six cars, motorcycles, snowmobiles, and the garden tractor as well as the pickup truck that served as a snowplow.We all moved in on the Forth of July.The women had prepared themselves for the one multiple bedroom. They had moved in just about everything beforehand except the car full of stuff that they brought with them. That first day we set off most of our illegal fireworks after dark. Before that we had a barbecue and a lot to drink. My wife had purchased a case of. Her family is quite well off -- I don’t know if she’s paid or not, but it wouldn’t be an issue.” Vivian’s cool look slipped a little. “I get the impression that she’s one of those young staffers that enjoys using her sexuality, along with thorough knowledge. She has a master’s in foreign affairs from American University.”“We’re definitely meeting with Martha.”“Great, Vivian. Set up a time when she’ll be here on a weekend, and maybe start with some get-together on a Saturday.”“Lois, I hope. He rubbed the nipple. Ibrahim then shifted his body a bit closer to me and reached further to feel my right breast. He massaged, squeezed and manipulated my young, buoyant tit.When I moaned, he moaned in response. Then he moved his hand underneath my shirt. Flesh on flesh. His hand was warm and rough. He held my bare breast and slowly squeezed. I was breathing heavily now as he manhandled by young tit while we drove down the highway with cars veering by to the left and the right of us. I didn't.