Bitchy: perhaps. Classy: no doubt. I didn't care. She looked incredible to me."I'd shake your hand, but I'm afraid our dogs would probably go ballisti...c." I completely agree," I smiled."Well, how do ya like livin' here?" She bent over to settle her dog."It's okay, but what I love is the gorgeous view," I winked, staring at her incredibly tight-looking ass, as she leaned. The Spandex formed to her ass cheeks perfectly as she moved, exposing the elite crevice divide of her rear end. My eyes. She walked into the living room accompanied by Francine. They held hands as they approached me. "Vic, I hope you don't mind that I brought Francine along for this. I figure she deserves to hear what you have to say. We're partners now, and she has a stake in what my future looks like." "That's fine with me," I said. "Actually, it's better that you are here, Francine. You will help play a big role in Elaine's future. Can I get you two some coffee? I'm going to have some, so let me make enough. "Jim handed the banded stack of bills to Fr. Ambrose, smiled at his old friend, and reached out to give the priest a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. He turned and left, smiling to himself. Each time he returned from making a delivery to his trusted precious metals dealer in Wenatchee and handed over the charity share to Fr. Ambrose, he faced this same protest: "It is too much!"In truth, it was a great deal of money, but the needs were great. Mike Peterson and Jim Brightman knew of no other who. Within 15 minutes they were back in the Inn’s parking lot in a new Ford Edge, sitting a short distance from Anne’s car. They sat there for over two hours, it was approaching 2 am and Alisha was tiring of sitting. Colin had dozed off and was quietly snoring. Then Alisha saw it. Anne came out of the hotel with someone else. Alisha had parked in a dark area of the lot and couldn’t be seen. Anne got to her car and unlocked the door. Alisha watched as her Mom put her arms around this guy and.