There, on the bargain rack, was the same dress that Sarah wore thefirst time I met her. A black strapless gown with gold accents. Justholding that mat...rial in my hands brought the memory back.I saw her in the dress by the side of I-95. Her old Mercury had brokendown. I had just come back from a business meeting, so we made an oddpair, dressed to the nines to investigate the smoking engine block."It's the spark plugs. Do you have any spares?" I asked her, offeringher the untasted cup of coffee. It did little to ease his comfort, but at least he was lying down.“So what do I do now?” he asked.“When I say start, I want you to lift and then bring it back down as gently as possible. I want you to repeat this twenty times in a row, okay?”Charlie tested the weight and found that it might be too difficult for him.“Do you think you could lower the weight a little bit, Artie? I could do a few at this weight, but not twenty.”Artie sighed, bent down to his ear, and said, “y’know what, Charlie?. I’d never seen anything like it ! She pulled up the thong again and aligned the flimsy elastic equally on either leg.Zoe turned and sat back into the armchair. Her eyes half-shut, she lifted first one leg, and then the other and dangles her stiletto’d feet over the arms of the chair. “I hope you are rubbing your cock now that you can see my pussy. Don’t cum just yet though. I want us to enjoy wanking together”. She continued to eye the camera with one fist making the movements as if stroking. Then we had a discussion about a replacement house, we had agreed to fix it up and now it was gone. We would replace without question.Marcy with her 'it has to be done right' ethic had taken out insurance on the complete package as soon as we signed the papers. The house, the antique biplane and the turboprop were insured with full replacement value on the house. If Crash had insurance of his own the companies could argue it out.The girls, Crash and I walked out in the yard behind where the jet.