It took less time that I had supposed before Matsuko asked me if I was ready to store the portions of the memory I needed and it occurred to me that, ...fter all of this, I had come unprepared! I hadn’t brought a stone!Thinking quickly, I connected with Matsuko and showed her what I wanted, the feel, the taste and smell, the signature of the portal. When she was ready, I used the large, twelve-o’clock baguette on the watch face. I absorbed the personal power there, emptying it and refilling it. I was about to look at the news on my phone when she suddenly appeared outside the caravan wearing a long white vest that barely covered her arse while carrying a bucket of water and a sponge. She then walked over to the car that was parked between the fence and the caravan and began to slop the soapy sponge over the car!She began on the far side of the car washing the roof and windows making sure that plenty of soapy water found it's way onto the front of her vest and it wasn't long before her. I pulled but I could not get loose."I want to see how big his cock is before it gets soft,"Sharon said. She went over to the bookcase and found awooden ruler and a tape measure. She calmly picked up mypenis and laid it down on the ruler. I could not see whatshe was doing, but she announced to Debbie, "Six inches."With unmistaken sarcasm she looked at me and asked, "Is thatthe best you can do?" I had never measured myself, but Ihad always thought I was bigger than that. However, I. He must have driven past and thought he saw something. I just happened to look that way at catch sight of his car. I didn't even see him at first, but shit, he's been watching for a while. I don't think he's a cop, but I don't know. It's weird." Both of our minds ran through the people we knew with Beemers, but none looked like that one. And he wasn't snapping photos or anything, a subject Mr. Little constantly worried about. While we were extra careful and he didn't think his wife was the.