I can't wait to get my hands on this stuff," said Mark excitedly.Mark's excitement hadn't dimmed by the time his contact phoned him back again in the ...iddle of the afternoon. He took Flick to historic Dunvegan Castle, home of the Clan MacLeod for some 800 years and they wandered the impressive stone structure and gardens, steeped in Scotland's past.When the call came on Mark's mobile, Flick knew immediately by the look on his face that it was Mike Marchmont once more."Great! When can I have it?. We did use those fleeting moments to grope each other, which left me constantly horny!Two months later my wife told me her parents were coming over for a few days. Her Father had found two restored, old trucks he wanted to look at in a nearby town. The In-laws arrived on a Sunday afternoon. It was April and the weather had started to warm up. I cooked dinner on the grill outside. The four of us ate outside on the porch and my Father-in-law discussed his upcoming adventure and hopes of buying. ‘I can’t put that through that narrow gateway, what if I scrape it? It will cost a fortune to repair. No, someone else will have to do it.’ Mary pointed out reasonably that there was no one else. ‘Mary, you will have to help. Watch me in.’ ‘I can’t do that. I have to go and settle Mr. Brasher in. I am sure he will be wanting some tea. Get on with it Jack.’ Jack walked around the car assessing the width and length. With those measurements in mind he walked to the gate and eyed it, then looked. “I think that I’m going to get lucky tonight,” I said.“If you play your cards right you might,” she replied, licking her lips seductively. I could see her nipple bumps under the tank top and her toes slid up my shin. Her toes made my groin tingle.After dinner, we both cleaned up the dishes and then Marissa said, “Take me to bed sailor or lose me forever.” She took my hand and led me up the stairs. Ginger ran by us, ready for bed. Marissa peeled off her tank top just inside of our bedroom door..