CHAPTER SIX Time passed, and the shadows grew longer. The little gathering at the table broke up, both girls disappeared into the house, the dark one...to re-emerge dressed in Tee shirt and jeans, and carrying a motorcycle helmet. She, after a word with her Mistress, came into the barn at the far end and wheeled out a battered scooter on which she set off, the waspish buzz of her engine fading into silence. Crimson, a tall drink at her elbow, sat on, reading a book and smoking a cigarette in a. At that, she shuffled her hips and butt and brought her heels up closer to her backside. This had the effect of pointing her pussy more upwards toward the ceiling than the end of the bed. I also got a great view of her asshole which was moistened from her pussy. "Ready" she said.I pushed the cock back in her and again built up to fucking her with six inches as she moaned while sucking my cock. This time though, instead of bottoming out I pressed it beyond six inches and managed seven then. Pat said the only bidders would be scrap dealers planning to cut her up for scrap. He had called and gotten curent scrap prices, they were cheep. Pat estimated the cost of cutting the barge up. He came up with a probable figure the boat would bring. Pat said he could buy the House Barge for something less than seventy thousand, he would enter a bid for seventy five thousand. He thought if he bought her he would spend about twenty five thousand more making it into a new home for them.They got on. Maybe when they went to bed Sam actually spoke English or maybe the technobabble actually turned Linda on. Al restrained a chuckle. In any case they had two of the sweetest girls anyone could claim to be an uncle to."Hey, wait a minute," Al kidded, placing his hand affectionately on Sam's shoulder. "Back up on that last one and go over it in words of one syllable. Are you saying that you've developed dihedron memory crystals that'll hold six hundred gigabytes?"Sam paused, smiling at his.