The four of us had arranged a weekend away on the south coast, but at the last minute, Alan was stuck at work later than expected and he asked if Merr...l and I could collect Jackie and for Alan to travel down the following day in his own car.This was agreed and Merril and I picked Jackie up from her house at about six oclock on a Friday evening. She was carrying a large suitcase, which we threw in the boot of the car. She was wearing a t shirt and denim shorts. Merril had prepared some cold food. It described the house and property the professor offered for sale. After reading it a second time, I ripped off one of the slips with the address and phone number.“This might be too much for us, but there’s no harm in looking. I wasn’t impressed with anything we saw yesterday,” I said as I put the slip of paper in my shirt pocket. “It’ll probably be better if we wait until our parents get here before we contact the owner.”The information was brief. It said the five bedroom house sat on acreage. As I started to turn, I heard a voice ask, "So... are you a motorcycle owner?"To my shock, it was Elia."Yes, I am. A proud owner, I must say." Oh? What kind?'"It's a Harley-Davidson Heritage Softail Classic, 1450 cc, sunglo blue. Would you like to see it?" Sure. In the parking lot?" Uh, huh. Right over... there." I pointed in the direction where I had parked. "Do you ride?" No, I never have. But I've always wanted to." Really? It can be a lot of fun. You know, wind in your face and all. Ultimately, his words had melted her from the inside and she decided to repay young Xavi by milking his wagon. Literally. As she dragged him by the wrist across the sandy planes, an amazing idea presented itself. The portable toilet around the corner was noticeably empty and the crowd was retreating home. Rosita conjured up a plan to bolt themselves in and have a naughty orgy to remember. Plus, the smelly interior turned her on. So satisfy his little weiner she did as the compact booth rattled.