“Well, Walter, I won’t let you down,” he uttered, before adding, “Of course… I also have a fantasy I wish to fulfill, and as they say; ‘on... good turn deserves another.’”Intrigued, I decided to probe a little.“What’s your fantasy, Tully?” I asked, somewhat circumspect.“Let me give you’re a hint,” he answered. “In the early nineteen-seventies, Christie had a huge hit with a song entitled: Yellow River. Have you ever heard the song?”“No,” I honestly answered, now totally bewildered.Picking up on. " A fortune is no use to us in prison. We've had three good years and made enough to live comfortably. Maybe we could set up something similar somewhere else: France or Germany perhaps."Ruth sighed, not really wishing to break with a winning formula. She hoped the Minister would have more success in reassuring Morbius."Your treatment is nearly complete, Amanda," Ruth confided the following morning."Really?" Yes. The doctor has told me tell you that we'll start therapy sessions tomorrow." And. She pulled one open and stepped inside. When I looked in, she was bent over messing with the controls on the viewer rather than squatted. The sight of her posterior was greatly enhanced by her pose. Her jeans conformed to her shape tightly and I admired the view until she finished and looked back at me. She still had her rear-end pointed right at me as her eyes found mine.I looked at her rear, then looked at her eyes and smiled appreciatively. She smiled back with a touch of blush. She was a. “It’s been a long time” I barely had time to say as she pushed me up against the car and started to unbutton my jeans. “I’ve been thinking about you” she said with a smile. “I can see that” I replied with a bigger smile. “Should we go to the hotel?” I asked almost rhetorically. “Not yet, I want to be seen sucking your cock here in the parking lot” she giggled. I had never been into exhibitionism but I didn’t live anywhere near here and I didn’t want her to stop. She looked up at me.