So we're back at my place, Connie is playing piano and I'm reading a bikers magazine, Connie comes over and sits next to me. Her half-glasses are hang...ng across her ample bosoms."I'd like to talk to you about some things, Nate." Anything wrong, Connie?" Did you enjoy what I did for you a while ago? stroking your balls with my half-round glasses as I wore the gold granny's and got you to cum them so I could lick the guy sauce off them?" Hell ya Connie, that was really great. It was my fantasy to. ‘It needs to be, if he’s come this far alone.’ We couldn’t see any sign of life, and we didn’t want to disturb the yachtsman if he was sleeping, so we moved on. Stereotyping, I suppose, as we both assumed it was a man. It was getting near time now for the bus and we retrieved our rucksacks from Mrs McLeod, bade her a fond farewell, and took ourselves off. It’s pretty wild country on the road south from Stornoway, beautiful but wild. Habitations are few. I was regretting that we hadn’t longer to. She washes and conditions the wigand lays it aside just outside the shower stall. She uses the douche butthere is very little waste inside her; she hasn't eaten since she got offthe plane and she thinks that may been as much as two days ago.She gets out of the shower, slides into the silk gown and moves into thebedroom to carefully apply her makeup. Feeling better she puts on abrunette shoulder-length wig. Now she looks like Michele!She goes back into the bathroom and carefully brushes out. But having agreed to it and with no way to back out of it, they had left home fairly early on Saturday, both men grumpy and complaining to each other. Homer didn’t trust the boy and knew that he would have to watch his back with his son around. There was no anticipating what devilish plot Bart might come up with to torture him. It was Bart’s favourite pastime it seemed and Homer his favourite victim. But for the moment at least, the boy was sleeping on the passenger seat. Getting up early.