“Jack took the police car ignition key,” Hettie explained, “and is quietly moving it into a lock-up behind our commercial garage up on the Londo... Road. Fortunately, the snow is light and wet, only settling on the grass and bushes, not on the road, so there are no tracks to show where the police car has come from and been. The wet snow is likely to keep people indoors on this Sunday morning, except for the more desperate among the churchgoers. Jack will get one of the petrol pump attendants to. "All right, come over here and put some more oil on my butt," she told me. More oil, I wondered, but got up and got the container of lotion."Not that one, Sweetie," Astrid crooned. "The special oil over here on my right side." What was the difference, I wondered, but after all it was her place and her oil, too, so I complied and got the other container.I was preparing to squirt some oil on my hands and rub it in when Astrid interrupted me again."Just pour some on my butt crack," she told. She looked straight into his eyes and half-whispered-half-growled, "Fuck me!" That was all the encouragement he needed. He stepped quickly up to the side of the car, lifted her ankles to his shoulders, wrapped his hand around his swollen cock, and guided it to her sweet pussy. She was dripping with anticipation and he knew he would slide into her tight pussy easily. He pushed his hips forward slightly and wedged his thick, swollen head into her. She gasped and bit her lip... she wanted it all.. He'd invited them to come visit him on the Big Island. Told them to bring back packs and he'd show them some places that they wouldn't believe. And he'd lived up to his promise. Until it had started to rain night before yesterday. And hadn't stopped.There'd been a flare up between mother and daughter the night before, a rapid fire exchange of 'so's' and 'becauses', the rhythm of a long running argument. When there were things to do and Susan was away swimming or exploring, it was fine. Cooped.