It was well past closing time, as I recall, and sleeting or raining, cold as a brass cannon, and I overheard him ask Uncle Josh if he could provide a ...oom for himself and his niece. "Like to get the team under cover, too," he said rather gruffly. "Bring us some hot grog. Be quick about it."He hung his heavy cloak and over-sized hat by the door and displayed a huge belly, silk stockings and fine staff officer's uniform of some Scottish regiment, blue facings on the many-buttoned red coat over a. I then reached and grabbed a bottle of lube and told him to add that also. He had a grin as I pulled out my wallet, Holly still saying I was not to buy it for her.“Sorry babe, to late. Already bought. And I’m certainly not going to need it so it’s all yours.” He put them in a bag and a pack of batteries he said were free with all purchases and I put it in the backpack. Holly was red in the face, but I’m sure she also had a look of intrigue and interest along with some excitement as well. I took. ..mm! Mm! MM! AHHHhhhhhh....! Oh, that was excellent, my dear. You’re an angel. Oops, good timing too—here comes our dinner, I believe. Better tidy yourself up and get back in your seat. Here’s my napkin. I’ll take care of my trousers. Quickly now... ------------------------------------------------- Everything looks wonderful, Bradley. What? Oh, I guess I’ll have the Roquefort dressing on my salad. Violet? Oh, I forgot—she can’t speak right now. Show him why, my. Although I had already seen pictures of her nude, my mouth watered at the thought of feeling her soft curves against my body and tasting every drop of nectar her body could produce. She eyed me coyly while we sipped our coffee and discussed creative ways to get back at her beau. We considered getting a room and taking pictures and video, but she really wanted to make him feel like shit. An idea came into my mind. I looked at her across the table and grinned as I asked, Is he at home, now? Yes,.