"It's nothing, Mom. Just this little project getting to me, I guess. I'll see you soon, okay?" Okay," I said slowly, though I was dying to say more. B...t I knew Jenny--once she'd made up her mind not to talk, wild horses couldn't drag a thing out of her. She'd talk when she was ready. I hoped. "Merry Christmas, Jenny." Merry Christmas, Mom."The conversation weighed on me as I went through the rest of the afternoon. I thought about calling David, but I wasn't really sure anything was wrong, and I. Gulping the last chunk of his one kilo cocorechi meal, the tax collector burped loudly. The burp was so fierce that a small piece of meat launched from his stomach and hit the wall. It made a collision so powerful that it broke part of the plaster off. Fatality!“That little piece was raw,” the beardy tax collector said. “The food tasted delicious nevertheless.” He continued talking “Judging by both your expressions, I can guess that neither of you can pay the amount. So I have a better. She looked at yesterday’s yummy red pair lying beside her bed. They were stained with her juices and needed urgent washing. She reluctantly dumped them in the hamper and then, with no other option, forgot the underwear and slipped into a short black skirt. It wasn’t red but had a cute pink trim along its hemline. Which was short. The skirt had a slit up the side and revealed quite a lot of thigh. And it was tight and hugged her ass. ‘At least I won’t have a panty line.’ She tittered and. I also made sure I took a selection of my toys with me and also on the day of leaving I popped in a set of love beads up my increasingly wet pussy for the journey!I was to meet the 2 of them at a local garage/service station after they had driven off from Bills house.I was eagerly anticipating the meeting as I hadn't seen the two of them together for several weeks, and secretly I had hoped that maybe Bills friend Ron was coming up as well. I hoped this was to be my "treat" ... or at least his.