She wasn’t drunk but she was distinctly merry when we left the restaurant.We stopped to look at some cars at a dealer which specialises in used pres...ige marques – Ferrari, Aston Martin etc. I’d been in before and had met Dave, the owner. I introduced him to my wife and he couldn’t take his eyes off her – her backside in the tight leather look trousers as she climbed into one car, her breasts that looked liked zeppelins under the thin, tight top.After looking at a few cars she asked to use the. "How about this: if at any point I get yoursister a present without getting you one, you can stop reading thereports, but if you don't read them while you're still experiencingpresent parity, I get to sign you up for flight school."Reagan swallowed hard. "I've had to read a lot of boring stuff forschool; those reports can't be any worse. Sounds like a deal I canaccept."Still clenching his hand, his father added, "and of course for the sakeof completeness, if for some weird reason you refuse. She had very delicate frame; slender arms and legs, wide hips, small bosom and trunk, and those eyes. Crap, she was looking right at me. With a smile she headed to the seats, no doubt waiting for her friends to come out from the bath. Surprisingly she chose a seat across me.I smiled and nodded to her.- Hot, isn't it.- Yes, she replied and turned her head towards the garden.As if u*********sly she brushed her hair away from her face at the same time revealing her bare shoulder. My gaze lingered. When we moved back in the place had been completely redone by the former owners and needed very little work on my part. Baby Girl liked being back home on Scottish turf, and her brood were happy to be wherever she was. They also enjoyed roaming the many and varied corridors of the castle.Joan Davidson moved in just after we did. Joan retired just in time for our move, but she might have been pushed into retirement, but that is another story, altogether, in plenty of time to sell off her.