I listened to Swifty's throaty gurgle out her pipes with immense satisfaction on the drive to the lake. It wasn't only males who could appreciate that...sound or the machinery that produced it. I don't know where that appreciation came from as no one in my immediate family was a car freak, but I certainly wasn't complaining.I'd been out and about the Lake as a high school senior when I visited my grandmother for most of a summer, and knew of a secluded, out of the way little spot to take my. Same story. I drove down the street to a Ford store to find one older salesman with a smile and outstretched hand while a couple of younger sales types were hiding in the corner with coffee. I asked to see a pickup. Preferably a crew cab with a decent sized bed. The salesman smiled real big then headed toward the side of the building where there were rows of trucks. While walking he asked about color, about what kind of trade I had, what I was going to use the truck for, and a hundred other. What had to be done was done. You yourself commissioned assassins once or twice to put men and women to death whenever it suited the realm, and you stood by while Ned Stark was beheaded, because such would better serve the realm that way. Sometimes, one must be ruthless to serve the greater good. It is sad that these people died, to be sure, some of them could well have been friends of mine, some even kindred, yet their deaths worked toward the good of all Westeros,” Jarrad gave Varys his own. With stunned faces, they cast their looks along their mother's naked body, from her face, down to her well shaped tits, down to her brown bushed cunt. "Don't worry," Michelle comforted her teen k**s, "I'm here to join in." The brother and sister were still a bit nervous, still not really knowing what to expect, but their minds were put at ease fairly quickly when they started believing that their mother was indeed there to enjoy herself, rather than punish them for real. Why else would she have.