Chukka chukka... POP... chukka chukka... 'Will it start before I run out of hill? I didn't know or particularly cared.'Chukka chukka chukka... POP... ...OP... chukka chukka... BANG... 'The chicken wire baffle sounded a tinny rattle from the otherwise straight-through exhaust.I don't know why we put those things in the pipes in those days. I think it may have been the law banning loud exhausts. It never made any difference to the volume, as I recall.I reached the bottom of the hill and still the. ”“Yeah, dad,” said Paige, taking Don’s hand now and placing it close to the waistband of her pyjama. Her skin was warm when he slid his hand across her lower belly, underneath her pyjama and down to the damp folds of her young pussy. Paige closed her eyes and focused all her attention on the glorious sensations upon her pussy lips and clitoris as her father’s strong, experienced fingers massaged her delicately. She had been craving this, waiting for it the entire day. Now that the craving was. They went for a walk and browsed some stores. In oneclothing store Holly noticed Arthur looking at a two-piece top set.It was light pink knitted with sequins knitted into it. Holly asked, "Do you like that?" Arthur said, "It's different and it feels so light. I don't know,it just caught my eye." Holly checked the size and took it off the rack. She took it overby the skirts and found a perfect match for it. She bought it andwhen they were eating lunch she presented it to Arthur. He was. "I looked at him in complete horror, clothes were bed enough, terriblyembarrassing, but makeup, that was the limit, I couldn't, I justcouldn't. I opened my mouth to speak, to tell him that I couldn't do it.He interrupted me before I started."Remember your contract Rachel," It was more of a threat than astatement of fact. I closed my mouth and a cold shiver went down myspine. He looked at me waiting a second to see any further reaction andthen went on."I'm glad that at least you have fairly long.