That's a whole other challenge."Watching Harlan, I could see that he was just as excited as I was about the new coach. It had been rolled out of the s...op and sat in the brilliant sunshine of a July morning. It was spotless and with its distinctive paint scheme it looked very handsome. A number of the mechanics and staff were outside to watch when the head man walked to Harlan."Here's the keys, Mr. Cummings. She's all ready to go. Fuel and water are all topped up, all the electrical systems have. "Oh, pooh! Breasts, indeed. Why don't you just call them mammary glands, for gosh sakes! And you can't be that blind — they're atrocious." Then she frowned and said, "Ken, Ginger says my tits are like mounds of whipped cream, with cherries on top — except, she claims, the whipped cream would likely be firmer. What do you think?" Before he could think of a reply she continued, "I think they're more like soft marshmallows, don't you? With little strawberries on top?"Making a face, she concluded,. With both hands holding the towel I try to get the damp patch from between my shoulder blades. Vigorously using a sawing action, and with ‘everything else’ wobbling about, I feel the towel mopping up the remaining damp patches. Turning to throw the towel into the cleaning bucket I’m startled. On the outside of our caravan’s open picture window is my new neighbour. What can I say about her? In the morning she’s all business. Pinstriped suit, brunette hair tied back with just a little make-up.. She was warm and velvety, so welcoming. Without conscious thought I reached for her. “Well, you are supposed to finish the job, you know.””It’s done. Finished completely…”Hey , the drill is in place but you have not yet started the drilling”Ratna lifted herself ever so slightly and lowered herself onto me; sliding about an inch onto my cock. She repeated this again driving me into her one more inch. And then again, and again… She had taking three/quarters of my length into herself and was.