‘For fuck’s sake Sandy! Either in or out, make your mind up, but close the fucking door before someone else sees!’ Lorna hissed.Sandy quickly sl...pped through the door and pushed it closed standing just in front of it in the room. She gave a little laugh.‘Well at first I thought I’d just go away and leave you to it, but then I thought it would be even more awkward when I came back so I decided to come back in. Besides seeing as how you caught me out last night and had a good old look I thought. Mike took her car to get it worked on due to transmission issues. I got there as soon as I could... purely out of the kindness of my heart, I swear. While on the road, we started out with just small talk. Being the affectionate woman she is, she would pat and grab my arm and leg during conversation as I was driving. The more she did this, the further up my leg she would go, causing my cock to once again wake up. I haven't fully agreed with myself yet on whether or not it would okay to fuck. On the very next corner a saxophone player leaned against the building. One foot rested up against the wall, he wore a jacket with disregard to the humidity, and his hair was pony-tailed and topped off with a black felt hat. His instrument case lay open at his feet for donations from those that appreciated his efforts of he mournfully shared his unique version of Amazing Grace. Esplanade Avenue was there before she realized it. The smoke from the kitchen carried that wonderful aroma of burgers. ‘Some rather amusing little scribbles?’‘Amusing? Well, yes – among other things,’ I said.She smiled. ‘These days, most of our sales are via the internet. But I like to have a selection for our real life customers to peruse. And in the next room, we have some larger works covering similar themes. They’re mainly just commercial prints, but …’I followed Mrs Hattersley through an opening into a second display space. The larger works were.