"Now read on: **************************Carol's Holiday Part 2"There is nothing to sort out." Oh yes there, is! You said; I may try an... felate him! That tells me that you are little more interested in that cock than you're willing to admit to. Believe me, when the mood is right you will be very willing to do it." Excuse me for interrupting," Tim, don't interrupt! Just get your kit off, and get in that armchair."I know when to give in gracefully and this seemed like the time to. Unfortunately, the caravan is already on the move. She can see the three final vehicles speed away toward a bend. Not wasting a second, she sprints after them, gesturing and yelling for them to stop. Unfortunately, she is too far to be heard and soon sees the last vehicle go around the bend, vanishing out of sight. NOOO&hellip, she yells as she runs after them. She keeps going for a good five minutes before a burning sensation in her muscles forces her to stop. Dropping to the ground and. ‘Ma chere, we are celebrating the end of my days as an entrepreneur. I am 60 years old, at least according to my birth certificate,’ she smiled. ‘I have decided to hang up my whips and leave this fine business to the next generation. I am going to marry my one true love and have made up my mind to turn a new page in my life. With Eddy, we are going to live in a vieux chateau in the Luberon and surround ourselves with de la lavende, des tournesols et des vignes.’ Now, I knew for K this was no. A silk blouse, a stonewashed denim miniskirt, 4” black open toe D'orsay stiletto's with an ankle stap, and shiny suntan pantyhose. As she left, she said that she would be back late and would be quiet coming in. It was around 10:30 when my folks decided to go to bed. They let me stay up to watch TV, as they went to the far end of the house to go to bed. They didn’t know that I had alternative motive for the night. As I walked by the guest room, I noticed our “house guest” left her last nights.