"By the time Henry reached the end of the alley, he realized what had happened. Peeking around the wall, he could see the woman ushering Trish into th... house through the back door. He back-tracked along the wall to the first window, which looked into the kitchen, and saw the woman squat down to his sister's height and touch her face. Apparently, Trish was crying. Great, he thought. I guess I won't be winning any brother of the year awards this year. Let's see what kind of a shit-fit mom has. When I hit the road, I set the wheel down, rested for a few minutes, then picked it up and took off north toward the house.About three AM, I pulled into the driveway, pretty well exhausted. But I wasn't though for the night. First I needed to rest a bit, so I walked around the passenger side mirror of the truck. Hoping it wouldn't break, I grabbed hold and tried to rotate it. No luck. Using the shielded flashlight, I located the proper nuts, then with my crescent wrench, loosened them. I waited for the trill of the flute, head pressed to knee. As the music expanded, I opened from the closed posture. Turning to the right I extended up and back, reaching full extension when the tympani first echoed. Closing down again, I shifted legs on the bar while the woodwinds chatted. Opening again, this time to the right, I reached full extension as the drums boomed and the brass thundered. Then closing again. And twice more through the cycle. The second movement is only 6 minutes 28. Smiling beatifically she rocked herself into a sweat, almost mangling Ted in the process – but he loved it. He stroked her belly with one hand and held her hand with the other. She suddenly stopped. ‘Your turn to do something, lazybones,’ she said with a grin. She got off of him, turned round and pressed her pussy into his face. Ted felt overwhelmed by her smell and her warmth and he stuck out his tongue and touched her. She moved her hips to ensure the best contact, and took his cock in her.