’ ‘What about my t-shirt?’ She gestured for him to hold his arms up. His shirt began climbing his chest, gathering as it raised. It crossed his...shoulders, continued up his arms, and over his head, the neck snagging on his nose. ‘We – need – practice,’ she said. She +remoted his t-shirt the rest of the way off. It popped free, and floated down to the floor. ‘I’m impressed,’ he said. ‘Aaah, not that good. I tried to hang it on your boner as it fell. We. Need. Practice.’ He took one of her. She sat up in bed and was surprised that she was still in her wedding clothes."You fell asleep on the ride home," Daniel explained.She took a biscuit. "Sorry." You were tired. I was simply happy that I got to bring you home here instead of dropping you off at your Papa's home."Esther smiled. He always had the right words to say.She bit into the biscuit. It was not very good. "I should have cooked for you." You are my wife not my servant."He sat on the bed next to her. He lightly placed a hand. He did most of the cleaning and polishing on the cars; he was the only one who could meet Bill's standards."Alex, what are all these cars here for? Whose are they?"Inez was asking about the cars I had bought at an auction in Palm Beach this spring. There was a 1963 Thunderbird convertible, a 1964 Corvette coupe, a 1965 Buick Skylark convertible, and a 1967 Plymouth Barracuda fastback. These cars were all restored to better than new, but the other 2 cars were called rest-o-mods. These cars had. They were beautiful and perky C cups, adorned with small pink nipples. As the nurse mounted her patient, her hand found it’s way to his shaft. He wasn’t of impressive size, but defiantly nothing to be ashamed of. A solid six and a half inches could always get the job done. “This isn’t part of the test, is it?” He had a smile on his face as he looked into her dark green eyes. All the Jenn did in return was place a finger on her lips to signal him to silence. Her other hand began toying with his.