The thing that really stood out, sorry for the pun, was her tits. They were big. She was wearing a spandex tank top that was stretched way out of shap... by her tits. The armholes were half way up her tit so her bra showed. I guess that's the Madonna look. The front showed plenty of cleavage. I'm not a fan of big tits, but it was hard to take my eyes of them especially knowing that I'd be sucking them soon.She bounced in and took a look around. She was the complete opposite of the quiet Caitlin.. Obviously since the car was un-roadworthy we would need some assistance getting it on a trailer, or for a recovery vehicle to move it to our house. I had already agreed with Dad that I could build a garage on our land to leave it in while I got it renovated. We had agreed to build a multiple garage on the land we had spare, to hold not only this but up to six vehicles.After we left we drove past our turn for the house, heading into town. I was going to ask why, but guessed dad had a reason, so. I gulped the water down once, coughed softly once--oh, shit; that hurt; took another swallow, and then attempted to clear my throat."Why," I said again, "am I here? What happened?" Mr. Reese, you are in Saint Elizabeth's in Covington. They brought you in here Tuesday evening. It would appear that you were attacked and beaten in one of the employee parking lots out at CVG."I did not say anything for a minute as I tried to let my brain process what she had said.My name is Glenn Reese, and I live. “Wow! Get a room,” Charlotte said with a laugh as she brought Jeff a thermos of coffee. When Diana let him go, Charlotte kissed her husband, too. Then, as their lips parted, she said, “Fuck your new wife’s brains out, Husband.”“Oh,” Diana said with a giggle, “if he does that, the girl will have to be brought to breakfast on a stretcher.”Frustrated, Jeff went to the basement to load a hand truck with a case of .45 ammunition and his cleaning kit. At the range house, he began carrying steel popup.