?Uncle continued, ?The good captain, suggested a convent in the Monastery of Montedelvedo on the island of the same name in the Mediterranean. He take... supplies there about once a month and his ship, a steamer, is back in London now after a trip to Newcastle and he’s willing to take you as one of the passengers.??I had no idea where the Mediterranean was but it had to be over the seas if we went by ship so I knew it meant leaving England, perhaps for good. Would that be so bad? Perhaps I would. I called in an additional work crew so that both sides could be worked upon at the same time. The work was labor-intensive and my tongue was feeling fatigue, so I reached between my thighs and pushed the missile’s side-mounted booster engine against my launch button to give me energy. That done, my button felt vibrantly alive! I felt the rocket’s powerful engines shake my silo mercilessly as I lashed away at Louise’s button. Suddenly I felt her little finger find and push my swollen launch. Alan was back in a minute. He tossed something onto the bureau and stood at the foot of the bed. At least he looked like he was enjoying the view, while he slowly unknotted his tie. Shoes and socks next, equally slowly, and I waited wantonly while he took off his shirt. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, and quite a decent six-pack. My knees were quivering in anticipation, as was my totally wet pussy. He smiled a little as he slid his trousers off and folded them neatly on the bureau. There was a. ”“No need to, the coffee is ready.” It was Lisa’s voice.Both turning we saw Lisa coming towards us with a tray, on it three mugs. After a quick break to have our coffee, I went back to work on the car, Ryan and Lisa disappeared back into the house. A few minutes later Lisa appeared, wearing a mechanics overall with her long blonde hair tied up. Went over to the tool box, took a spanner while looking at the engine.“Where do I start?” She said.“Ryan, what was our budget for this project? I think.