We agree to meet there in front of her place and go over what she’ll be needing of me when I get there. I head down the road, run into the house, p...t all of the groceries still in the bag into the fridge and get back out the door and on the road. My hand on the steering wheel holds the directions and I read along as I go over the roads and past the landmarks she pointed out. Left past the dump truck for sale, the road turns to dust and rocks. That would explain part of the reason that ‘pickup. Some of Uncle Bunny's comments in his journal, during this period, gave me a much better insight into the minds of my parents.Here I was, thirty years later, hoping to follow the blueprint Uncle Bunny had outlined for himself in his own journals. He and I shared the same belief, that the business could run just as well with a lot of different people managing their own independent departments, all reporting to a single, coordinating authority. Uncle Bunny had planned on Dad being that reporting. She shivered, it was chilly.“Better call the AA, I said. Hopefully they’ll be able to fix it, if not they’ll tow us the rest of the way.” I took out my phone, but before I could find the number, I heard the sound of a latch being pulled back. Slowly the door swung open. A short, bald middle-aged man in a dressing gown, rubbed his eyes and looked us up and down. “Yes, ladies”, he asked groggily “what can I do for you?”.“We’ve broken down I explained”, gesturing to my smoking wreck of a car.He. The vibrations stopped and the object danced down my body. Just before reaching my Venus mound my husband removed the blindfold and showed me the dildo. Granted my husband is no slacker in the pants but this thing was huge. Surely this dido would rip me in half if he placed that monster inside me, I squeaked in fear, but my husband only smiled back at me. Mounting me on the bed he toyed again with the dildo dancing across my breasts and nipples then lowered his head between my legs. .