She’d deal with whatever ailed the car in the morning. Scrabbling in the glove pocket she found piece of paper and scrawled on it ‘Broken – Bust...– Kaput – Don’t Work’ and stuck it in the windscreen. Climbing out she locked the car before, briefcase on her head in a futile attempt keep her hair dry, she set off along the road. The chill wind snatched at her skirt and struck with chill fingers through her panty hose. This was the seedy, run-down part of town leading to the more salubrious. ‘Wow that’s um service.’ ‘I pay good money for my boat and I to be all taken care of. Hope you don’t mind. Diversion is my escape. I want her in top condition at all times.’ ‘I don’t mind at all.’ ‘Well come aboard baby and find out why I love it so much!’ I step aboard and am just in amazement. This was a boat not a house right? It was beautiful. I could see right away why I he loved it and we haven’t even been below deck yet. Edward brought the rest our things and left us with a very nice tip. Her hard nipples pushed against the material of the thin bra. Anjali is a real tease. She kept pulling one side of the bra off of a tit. Letting him nibble. Then covering it back up. Only to feed him the other delicious melon. The boy had a lump in his pants bigger than my fist. Anjali would squeeze it once on a while, but she wouldn’t set it free. She was driving the boy crazy. My hand was wrapped around my pole as I watched. I kept up a slow steady stroke. I wanted it to last. Didn’t want to. I guess I'll have to get up sometime."Allie helps Jill as she struggles to sit up, handing her the pink nightie she had on last night. "Why don't you put this on," she says, "I'll go pour us some coffee. Join me on the couch when you're ready."As Jill slips the nightie over her head, she admires the way her fake titties look under the silky fabric. She sees her panties on the bed and decides it would be a good idea to put them on. After a trip to the bathroom, she walks into the living room.