Cox that his firm represented the Prince’s interests, and it would seem that he was one of their most distinguished clients. The fact that Mr. Cox h...imself had sought him out, having only been given two days’ notice to find him was testament to the high regard in which Abercrombie, Cox and Cox held his patronage.Mr. Cox had settled into his seat and went to sleep after an hour of travelling. Despite his snoring, David joined him.When he awoke, he saw through the widows of the carriage that dawn. First came her naval, my kisses flitted across her belly, my tongue exploring the tiny thing atop the pink expanse of exposed skin, another button, and the contours changed, her belly giving way to a forest of curly hair. Another and last button, the towelling falling away from her hips like a pair of curtains unveiling a wondrous statue, her legs slightly parted the last wonder of her womanhood now revealed to my eager eyes.I sat back on my heals, my gaze directly fixed at the half hidden as. I gave her a quick wink and she accepted my invitation by coming over and sitting next to me. She was about 5'3 with long blond hair. Her body was looking amazing and her dress was barely hanging on her body. She had some B size tits and were nice and perky but I could not get over the booty that this white girl had. there must be something about the water where I was because I never seen so many white girls with asses like that. I come from a predominantly white neighborhood so I wasn't used. This was probably in preparation for the looming storm. Both women took a brief second of respite from their debate to regard him as he attended to his labors fifteen feet away from them. Not so much did he warrant their attention, but instead, the break allowed them to consider their options and bolster supportive arguments."Sure, I'm O.K. with it. Go bag your statue," replied Jasmine with a saucy twitch of her hips and a wicked smile."What if it rains?" inquired the blonde."Do you think.