He sold it to me for a sum I remember wasn’t nearly enough but he insisted and I was thrilled.And he was famous enough for his amazing riding skills...but soon his older boys would become the riders he taught them to be. They became internationally known sponsored European motocross racers, Hawaiians racing on the continent. The legacy grew on and made their parents very proud.My life in the islands evolved so quickly from my first arrival, the frightening bike ride with my brother in law, my. The costs for this bit of fun were building, but they had notgot silly.When we got home, I tried the new Basque with chicken fillets, andstockings plus my new black panties. The Basque would not quite do up, mymeat and two veg dangled in my panties and my hairy legs made thestockings look silly. The skater skirt looked good and the shape of mylegs was encouraging.My next treat was when Annie appeared in a Basque matching mine, excepthers was red with black trim and a red thong. Any further. But even as hollow as it is, it's enough to wake her from her sleeep with the hazy pain that follows it.Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.Her eyes open to the near pitch-black darkness of her surroundings and the shadows of the flickering lights don't do much to help her blurry vision despite her slayer senses when she tries to focus. Figures seem to form in the shadows and as they group together she starts to remember what lead her to where she is.She starts to shift in the spot she woke up in, the cold. His driving was smooth and safe and we reached the restaurant in what seemed like no time. He parked the car and got out, coming over to my side to open it and offer assistance. I grabbed his hand and once the door was closed and locked, we headed inside, hands still together, walking towards the entrance. We were at a small local Italian restaurant I had heard great things about. Upon arrival, we were immediately seated at an intimate table for two. A single white tea-light candle burned in a.