The wife was jumping up and down with excitement. She called and set it up for this weekend. &hellip,.Sally was a hot and beautiful girl. She dressed...down as to not attract men, feeling whats the point. For tonight though, she was dressed up real sexy. She came over and I finally got to meet her. We hugged and I felt some real nice big tits under her coat. I helped her off with her coat and&hellip,.wow&hellip,she had on a bikini and she filled it out beautiful. Sense she knew I had already. He had spent most of his time drinking strong drink and whoring in the finest whorehouses of London and was deeply in debt to everyone, not the least his tailors of Saville RowJames had one last fling in one of his favourite whorehouses before joining the Sark at Greenwich at dawn the next morning.The fare negotiated with the Captain the previous day was an exorbitant fifty pounds sterling but James had a little under twenty thousands pounds in gold coinage and he really had no choice but to. Not long after Vicki and I sat down in the living room to relax and watch TV, the front doorbell rang. By now my wife had changed into her typical evening garb (that Tara started), sexy panties and short t-shirt, so at first I was reluctant to answer the door. But after the bell rang for a second and third time, I got up to see who it could be - it was Drew, and he had one piece of luggage. Seeing as my wife was not dressed for a visitor she ran upstairs. Once I let Drew in, he said, “Uncle. “Just tell me that you want it and I’ll give you a jumpOr if you need a little more, I can take you to my PUMPStation… my pump… my pump…station. I can make your motor purr again!”The mechanic seems distracted by something and the truck begins to swerve violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening begins frantically blasting his car horn. He sees his daughter looking at him from the truck’s rear window. He mouths the words “WHAT IS GOING ON?” The daughter laughs and waves at her.