He didn’t say much and he had had been a maintenance guy working for Earl for a few months.The other gentleman was “Uncle Frank”. He was short, ...lder and often very drunk but today he was sober. The grey haired man was once an electrician and did odd jobs for Earl but he was usually so wasted that he couldn’t do much of anything but pass the time. Uncle Frank was in and out of the local police drunk tank and rehab facilities enough that he was only acknowledged as family.“Go on and get your. Fast cars alwaysimpressed, and the glint of the sun off the cherry red skin of his BMWM6 Convertible made him a noted presence of those walking through thebeach's parking lot as he pulled in. He enjoyed the attention as morethan a few tanned beach denizens looked in his direction, giving himapproving nods.It didn't seem at all utterly bizarre to Willem that the brief ride downto the beach in his convertible had seemingly caused melanogenesis andmelanin-darkening to happen at a rate heretofore. I was about to pull away when my phone rang. I answered. “Where are you, you bastard?” She asked, trying to sound pissed but I could see the smile on her face. “Across the street, in the side road,” I answered. She looked over and started to walk towards me. I watched her. She got in my car, leaned over and kissed me, biting my lip as she pulled away. “Shit!” I exclaimed. “What was that for?” “You know perfectly well what that was for, you bastard.” I laughed. “I was just playing,” I. She called Hari and asked him to be her driver for the day. Amy took out one of her most expensive partywear. After a warm shower. She waxed completely and moisturized her skin. She picked up a lacy thin black panty that was transparent except at the middle and pulled it up her legs.She pressed her breasts. These melons made men weak. Gently she placed her black push-up bra over her tits and strapped it behind. Then she got into her tight green skirt that reached her knees. She turned around.