Her hair was mussed but her eyes were bright and active as she tugged the robe around her."Mr. Jones just called to tell me there might be an assassin...headed our way. The weather is supposed to turn ugly soon. He's planning on coming out here with your weapons but might not make it, so you and I will have to be on guard. I want you to patrol inside the house. Keep moving around and pay special attention to all the doors, especially the ones at the back. I'll watch the outside." I'll dress and. I bet you were, I added, she knew I wanted to know more. Her voice dropped an octave, You know what that little den of iniquitys like, youve been to the Edge on Friday nights! Hmmmm, yeah, I havent forgottenpeople getting shit-faced and then giving face. Sitting there in the darkness, I switched on the lamp beside the bed. I wanted to see my rock hard cock as I began to twang itholding it down towards my nuts and then letting it fly up till it bounced its rosy head off my belly. I continued,. . To taste hiim...” She makes big show of licking her lips, then blowing a shiny lipped kiss at our camera. It’s not a convincing performance – it’s an older woman, carrying a little extra weight, trying to act sexy – and not pulling it off ... But there’s something strangely exciting about watching her try to sound like a sexy slut.Andy pulls the camera away from her, back to his face, looking right out to our viewers at home, selling the fantasy better than she does as he leans in a little. .. WATCH THE ROAD, DUMMY. The passengers are your responsibility. Remember ... everyone else on the road is a homicidal maniac ... they want to kill you ... some of them don't mind dying doing it.Manchester to Boston, 70 miles more or less. Downhill. Due to towns, villages, stop signs in the middle of nowhere, it takes about 3 hours. The train is faster.Boston to Manchester, after great sex and shopping, takes an hour, uphill ... well it feels like it. Bang! You're past Manchester and heading.