. well, I think that I’ll try this nudist thing of yours. Why the fuck not? I think that I’d rock these boots without any pants, don’t you think...” Claire winked at David, being rather drawn to the stranger, as she showed by practically pulling him into the bus’s shower with her.Before David knew it, his already stiff cock was so far inside Claire’s throat that his pubic hairs tickled her nose. His new lover definitely impressed him as being very amorous, her lips and tongue relishing the taste. ” “No?” “No, I have dark hair, are you even looking at me?” “It looks lighter in the yellow light,” he said, grinning. “Are you sure you don’t just want me to be blond?” I ask running my hand through my very brunette hair, which tumbled down in soft waves to just below my shoulders. “I have no preference,” he said, moving closer and raising his hand to my cheek again, this time to softly stroke it with his thumb. I took a half step forward, closing the gap between us to an intimate. I felt myself begin to panic when Oliver came in and took my hands into his gently.He said, "My love, we are home. What's wrong?"I pointed out the window and said, "Are they all here ... for me?" No," said Oliver. "They're here for us." Are you sure I'm the right woman to be Queen?" I asked. 'Cause right now, I've got my doubts.'"Alexis, if I didn't think you were the right woman for me, I wouldn't have asked you to be my life-mate. Don't worry about being queen right now. My people will grow. This model, the aluminum bodied, riveted together Atlantic coupe, was perhaps the rarest, and definitely the most valuable.Only three were ever built. Of those three, one was destroyed in a railroad accident early in its life. Two remained. One was owned by Dr. Peter Williamson. Up until a year ago, the other was owned by designer Ralph Lauren, from whom Nick had bought the car. He had made him an offer hard for any man to refuse- Sixty million dollars.The car was built to drive, and Nick.