On my last trip north I had picked up a very young lad who was hitch-hiking on the northern side of Fort William on a typically wet day. He was on his... way to The Isle of Skye, as was I. We stopped for a cup of tea in Kyle and I changed into my hold-ups in the ladies. Half an hour later I turned off the main road down a track for half a mile or so and parked the car next to a rusty shipping container in a disused quarry facing out to sea. After a while he asked why we had stopped there. I told. I knew she was starting to feel a little frisky. Then the band started playing and she stood up, grabbed my arm and said “Let’s dance”. After a couple of songs, Anthony looked a little left out sitting at the table by himself. I motioned for him to give me a break and take over dancing with my wife. She could dance all night and I was worn out. The first couple of songs were fast and then the band played a slower song. I was watching them slow dance. My wife looked so hot. They were dancing. "Rikki had evidently decided that wearing her tee-shirt was no longer necessary. Her bare tummy rolled over the top of the painted-on jeans. I guess she must have enjoyed wearing the stained bra in order to titillate any unwary souls who might have been innocently passing by the partly-ajar door."We're in luck. They already had plastic covers on the bed, so I only had to put on the regular sheets." Really, honey? Are you sure they didn't know you were cuming?" I teased, while removing my. I started to protest when Dad said, "That's right, Tommy. This job isperfectly suited for you. Mom and I want you to take it. Especiallyme. In fact we insist."Insist? Mom started to explain. "You see, Tommy, it's not the kind of jobyou're probably thinking. It's not an office job, though most of itwill be done inside. Oh, darn. I'm going to stop tiptoeing aroundthis. Mr. Johnson is a very highly-sexed man. His wife just left tospend the summer with her sick mother. He needs a.