“I'm sorry to call on you in this state lass, but our car has just been hit by a falling tree. And from down in the valley, the lights of your house...were the only thing we could see. Can we use your phone? Or being as were in such a state, could you ring for a breakdown truck for us?”I stepped back into my hallway,“Come on in. You look perished.”“No it's alright. We'll mess-up your house. If you could just ring for us?”“Well ok. But pull the porch door closed behind you, and I'll go and get. Turning again, she fast walked to the back of the store. Admiring her plump butt, I wondered if her plump belly would be just as sexy.The selection of rope was displayed upon shelves and on spools stacked on the floor. I realized that there was a bunch on display, but for the most part it was sisal based for farm or rigging work. Off to the side were shelves with coils of nylon rope suited for boats. The colored nylon sift stuff was pushed to the rear. The blue rope was a nice shade indeed, and. "Carl was still laughing, "Oh Mr. Michael you better believe him, he's a fucking mean machine and he seems to like the feel of your wife's cunt."Pete was still playing underneath the slit in Monica's skirt. As his hands drove between her legs, he was grinning in her face as she rocked almost unconscious between the two men, "Stuart, we still have some time, get her tits out, lets see the size of her nips, they look to good to be true."Richard could only sit and watch as Stuart pulled his wife's. I recounted the conversation, letting them know that we would often have a trainee in the house. They made a collective sigh of relief. I hadn't realized how worried they were. About an hour later, there was a soft tapping at the back door. I let Jenny in, accepting a quick kiss while the others held a quick whispered conversation. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw everyone around the kitchen table. I took a moment to text Martha, 'Jenny's here'.“I just had a chat with your.