I run my hand down the small of your soft smooth back and you lean over to me granting my hand access to the breathtaking roundness of your ass. I beg...n to slip a finger between those two beautiful mounds when I feel your hand sliding up from my thigh. You reach my manhood and it begins to swell. All the while our tongues continue the dance. Your reach for my zipper and are about to pull it down to release my pent-up "excitement" when a loud cough from the driver snaps us back to reality with a. No ... it wasn't Montgomery's auction. No. There was an auction up in Scobey. That's in northeast Montana and not all that far from the lake ... but still in the US.The auction was for an estate ... never mind who ... just go with it. The estate was for parts and pieces of Americana ... and assorted junk and leftovers from the wars ... ONE and TWO ... and the period between. Mrs. Montgomery had the flyer ... it was tomorrow ... she would put me up for the night and give me explicit directions. By unlucky co-incidence, it was at that time, that Karen's mother, and Miranda's father, were killed in a road accident.Karen and I then had reason to consol each other. Miranda was off with her new man Sven, and besides showing an acute interest in how much their parents had been worth, and what her share of their estate was likely to be. I'd say the loss of her parents hardly affected Miranda at all. I think I've explained that Miranda can be an unbelievably callous and selfish bitch. Ayla clenches her teeth. Sheabsolutely hates me; she's told me so. The woman's such a dyke. "Fine,"she stammers out, "We'll see about getting you out for an hour or two."With that she stomps out of the room. Even a minute later I can stillhear her loud pounding feet marching through my house.Honestly I hadn't expected her to give in. Quickly I run to my bedroom,and dive into my closet. What will I wear? My first choice is a redAsian dress I received as a gift from a fan, but that's too.