They were nestled in their little fake greenhouses, aka baggies, when I began moving them outside. The temperature was consistently well above forty d...grees in the daytime. The small cart I had built from an old yard sale bike, worked well for that as well as transporting cups of worms to the Soul for delivery. Like most thing I owned, it had to do at least double duty.During those two weeks I saw Maurine on the weekends. I didn’t bother to call Marge, since she didn’t seem interested in dating. We were in a Mercedes. The interior was leather, smooth. My hand touched it, feeling the rich texture as he slipped into the driver seat.“Karimi Mosque,” he said to the car and then he turned around. “I was one of the first to adopt Mercedes's self-driving car. Many men in the Kingdom don't want to give up control, but they're popular with our women.”The car pulled from the airport curve. “Because they aren't technically driving? I thought women could drive in the Kingdom.”“Technically,” he. "Yeah. He doesn't play favorites. Much."Cheri grunted. She handed the forms to ding. He bumped them against hisreader and handed them back. Cheri put the forms into her purse. "Um.Thank you. For paying for my...."Tesla interrupted. "It's john's card. I can't pay for that." Teslachuckled. "I'm almost as poor as you are now." Mommy cut you off?" Yeee-ah. S'pose to make my own money now. Big girl. C'mon. There's abook store on union. Best prices in town."Cheri hesitated.Tesla stopped. "Orientation. “Oh, that's fantastic,” she sighed, “I love you stroking inside my thighs.”He stroked around her ring slowly, first one way, then the other until she gave a deep sigh and her ring relaxed. He played some more, teasing her by rubbing his thumb through her ring, pushing it open but not penetrating her. All the time he kept up the rhythmic pumping action in her box. She came loudly, and her ring sweated lightly. She was ready to be bum fucked.Sliding his hand down to her cunt, he dipped his thumb.