While you’re doing that, I will call my insurance lady and get it covered. I have the title to my car with me. I’ve been planning this since Sunda...y night but was busy.”“Very good.” He busied himself while I made the call. My agent sent me via email an insurance card. I could print it out here or at the apartment. Harlan gave me his email and I forwarded the card PDF to him and he printed it out with the rest of his stuff.Lacy and the new car cleanup guy helped me move my personal belongings. Scanning the titles on the shelves, she found that they were mostly just old histories, with the occasional genealogy scattered in between, with a few theology texts to round the collection out. Dull, but quite proper for a man of his station. No wonder they’d been left to sit long enough to collect dust. Above the fireplace hung a large portrait of the Duke. Lifesized, or nearly so, it captured the image of him standing proudly, sword in hand like some conquering hero. A rather sharp contrast. He started rubbing my thigh… He turned his head and we kissed, gently at first, then more passionately. He licked my bottom lip and I gladly opened my mouth so our tongues could intertwine. My plan was working perfectly, I had him right where I wanted him. He slid his hand under my dress and continued to stroke my thigh, while rubbing my back with his left hand. I slid my left hand under his shirt and traced his muscles… he moaned into my mouth and his kiss became more urgent. I lowered my hand. ‘Hey, baby,’ she said in a mock-male voice, ‘I’m gonna fuck you good with my cock.’ She was rubbing the bulge in her bikini bottom as she strutted around the kitchen and Blondie laughed. ‘Why don’t you sit down and let me suck you off first, mister,’ Blondie said as she pulled a chair out from the table. Tootsie sat down and Blondie knelt in front of her, massaging and licking the bulge in Tootsie’s bikini bottom before undoing the strings holding the sides together. She pulled the front of the.