"In fact, there's the turning, now."Without slowing, she executed a handbrake turn, the rear of the car swinging out wide as they took the turn, a spr...y of gravel shooting into the roadside foliage."Jeez, Hester!" shouted Jeff, to be answered by that familiar throaty laugh. Hester was having the time of her life.They had turned off I-95 a couple of miles earlier, but this was the turn that would take them to their ultimate destination: the small, ultra-exclusive, gated community of Chapford.. "Perfect, pet, but I am going to challenge you. I will double your tip if you can achieve 3 more orgasms in the next 15 minutes." Mrs. Jones said coyly. "And you're going to start now."Mrs. Jones stood up and walked back to the bedroom, then returned with huge dildo with a suction cup at the base. She licked the suction cup rather seductively and secured the dildo on top of the small coffee table. She then looked at me, winked, and sat back down on the couch. Motioning to the erect dildo, she. Then my sister told me that two guys were checking us out. I looked at them, and they looked like Russians to me (there are a lot of Russian tourists in Nha Trang because Viet Nam is a communist country). Both guys were around thirty years old, also bald, but because they shaved, not because they had a very declining hairline like Tim has.They also looked like soldiers or fitness guys to us. Very strong and also with a strong demeanor.They smiled at us and a minute later they were standing at. The elders stood for a long time by the monument, lost in a silent communion of prayer. They sensed a revered spirit there; they reached for wisdom and confirmation. The sun was nearly touching the western horizon when the old man dug deeply into his jacket pocket to pull forth a small offering of polished stones and quills strung along a thin leather thong. He placed it at the base of the monument on the side facing the grave. He sprinkled it with black tobacco dust, and sang a low, wavering.