Round, firm, seductive. Not seen in detail, with the dawn behind her most was in complete darkness still, but the outer edge thrusting just beyond the...outline of her torso, breaking the established line with their own curve. I kept my hands behind my head still, relying on vision for my sensory input. Yes. Breasts. Relatively small, high, and firm. I considered their texture, smooth and soft, firm but yielding, aureole darkening as the nipples harden beneath my lips...No. Stop that, it's. .. Her name was Candace, and she was my kind of freak, she fucked and sucked me all day when we used to chill... Anyway, I told her to meet me and we could go for a ride or something. She came out to my hood, and we chilled in her Beemer, parked up in my back yard... She wore a short white skirt that I was touching to see what kind of material it was. I asked her if she missed my dick, and she smiled saying she wouldn't have come over if she didn't... I laughed as I caressed her inner. He smiled at Sharon as she sat down and said, a Moscow Mule right, pushing the familiar copper cup over to her. Sorry, man, I don’t what you drink he said dismissively. Excuse my rudeness, Sharon said, this is my husband, Bill. I reached over to shake his hand but he barely acknowledged my presence. I watched them chat and was more than a little disturbed by their familiarity. They both sat close together touching and smiling as they caught up with each others’ lives. They largely ignored me so. That's you ... why they don't know where your bridge went." Well, do you know where our bridge is?" I suspect you'll find it wherever there's a smelter that don't ask too many questions," she said. "They'll probably be making re-bar or pouring ingots for resale or a foundry that makes iron pipe or drill pipe or bomb casings." Would you happen to know where such an animal is?" I would. There's 15 foundries, 125 salvage yards and two companies that contract bridge salvage. If you know of a bridge.