”“Thanksw,” she smiled, then picked up the dish.“Here you go,” her grandfather said, handing me the folded up bills.“Thanks.” I put the ...oney in my pocket without counting.Carla stood next to her grandfather. I stood there in the awkward silence. “And thanks for the work. I appreciate it.”“Where you heading?” he asked again.“Not sure.”I didn't want to say much in case Carla actually came with me.When I opened the screen door, I looked at Carla gazing into my eyes, felt her intensity, her. She had one at home and one at work, but the experience pales in comparison to having a real dick sliding in and out of her tight, hot cunt. The sultry stare that Craig was giving her seemed to make the temperature rise in the room. His clean scent reached out to her as she scooted closer, her voluptuous breasts pressed against Craig’s chest as she covered his mouth with hers. Oh! His lips were firm yet soft, and pleasantly warm. Her tongue moved to explore his mouth and she could taste a trace. A special boat for you two alone will sail you to the island, where you will arrive Monday morning, so you can spend a few days' holiday before the wedding. The other guests will be picked up on Thursday in either Florida, Texas or Mexico, so all the guests will be on the island sometime during Friday."Next was aunt Winnifred: "There are five of us, Victoria, myself, Hannah, Johannes and Charles, who have planned the meals, and of course the main dinner on Saturday. Extra cooks have been called. Baring insisted that I remain as their guest rather than chance traveling home on such a stormy night. I accepted the offer, and having done so, realized it would be the first night away from Number 7 Saville Row in over a year. Over a brandy by the fire, Sir Baring informed me the young girl with him in the park was Glenda, and she was indeed eighteen and more often than not served as a playmate for Baring’s youngest daughter, Rhonda. ‘How,’ I asked, ‘did you come to be on such intimate terms.