I am telling you the truth. You have to believe me??Ingrid. May I call you Ingrid? You have been caught in possession of over a kilo of Heroin. Even b... normal standards, that is a lot of drug to be trying to smuggle out. We know you cannot have done this alone, so unless you give us the name and address of your supplier, we have no choice but to charge you as a drugs dealer??Please? cried Ingrid. ?This is all wrong. I am not smuggling. The Panda was a gift?.?I am sorry. We tried to be nice to. .damn your cock is nice." I had my hands on the wall and just let it drain. I grabbed her lacy black panties. She reached in and started writing cursive with it giggling, "Now I see why you guys play with yourselves, this is fun."I got harder as she held me, "careful when you zip me up, make sure everything is tucked in." She bent down and gave it a little peck. "I'm saving you for later." All zipped up we headed to the riverfront.The path was decent but made of native dirt. My hand was. Except Arthur actually went to see George Stephenson at his workshop."Look George Lad, Fanny gas got it in her head she wants this effeminate stuck up aristocratic prat for a husband" Ee Mr Cleghorn I see you likes him." I want's her to marry you lad, we speak same language, Brass, Coal, not bloody Latin or Greek" So why you here" Fucking Engine, I never did pay you for Geordie, how much is it?" Two Thousand" Two Fucking Thousand Pounds" Arthur Cleghorn's eyes bulged."No Guineas" What" But I'll. I had added two more fingers and was enjoying the performance. I was using my other hand to stroke all of the parts of her body I could reach. I stroked her from her navel, across her hips and down her now bent legs. I glanced up and realized my neighbors were going about their weekend activity, no one paying any undue attention to my shop activities. I looked at my wife who was fully into the moment and noticed my small handheld vibrating sander laying on the bench near her. A devilish idea.