.......I dial the number on my hands free and admire the car in front...............wondering how fast it can go in expert hands......I notice a coupl... in there and some steam on the edges of the windows...............She is sucking you expertly and you cock is so hard............you have your hands in her tights and fingering her hard.....she is so wet and grinding on your palm.........you want to fuck her.......you jump out of your door and make your way around the back of the car pulling. The gps map showed me coming in on a county road, not the one state road. The state road really was an old road that was pretty well traveled before New Holt was cut off by an Interstate. I gleaned that information from listening to Hugo talk. Hugo loved to tell me the history of the area.New Holt was only a few miles from the Atlantic ocean. It had started life as a cotton warehouse town. Growers brought the cotton to New Holt until a ship arrived at the coastal town of Blane. Blane was. His thick red hair puffed out the back, he had a twig in his mouth, and his beard made him look like Willie Nelson.“What I did this morning ain’t right. You were only being the man I taught you to be, the man I should be. Your momma, she’s a good woman, and a good wife; but I’m thinking maybe I ain’t such a good husband to her...”I reached out and clasped his shoulder. “I hear these things happen when you get older.”He gave me a cold look. “You calling me old boy?”I shrugged. “I’m just saying,. Sue continued relating the tale of what had taken place that weekend, a subject not discussed by any of them for nearly thirty years. ‘Remember, after we decided we needed to catch up on things rather than play bridge, Sally and I sat out on the swing on the little porch, talking and finishing off the daiquiris. We started reminiscing about how we used to fool people as to which one of us was which, and wondered if we could still pull it off. Besides Frank, ever since I had heard Sally brag.