" "Dogging site?" smirked the other driver. Sure. Straight on for about half a mile. It's pretty hot down there tonight, I can tell you!" Really?"The ...driver nodded across to his wife in the passenger seat, who was hugging a white fluffy cardigan across her breasts. "Carol here managed six blow jobs - and caught most of it on her tits!" The woman smiled at Cathy and opened her cardigan to reveal her large bosom, liberally coated with semen.At that moment, two Harleys came roaring up from behind. He did me one better, he let me fill it from the outside faucet. So I managed to get the radiator full again. With the hood lifted I started the truck and found that the leak was in the core of the radiator. It wasn't the best possible scenario, but it was better than a blown head gasket or cracked block.Even driving the truck to the meeting with a blown head gasket, would have been better than missing the meet. If I had to junk the truck, I could take a bus or a train with the diamonds a hell. I covered my eyes and dropped my clothes. "I am so sorry!" We both yelled again. I laughed and uncovered my eyes. He was stumbling to get his clothes on his body. His body was very well built and tan. He turned around. "Were you staring at me the whole time?" He said out of embarrassment. I just smiled. "MOLLY!" He yelled. I laughed and handed him my clothes. He smiled and went down the hallway to the laundry room and put the clothes in the dryer. I went into the living room and sat on the. He looked at the knife now held by Harriet and began to relish the idea of losing his balls to her; he bucked and spurted at the thought. There would be a popular event at Hapsley Hall very shortly.Holt House was also a very popular venue for the women. Marcia now jealously guarded and relished her evenings with him; he had regular breaks from his personal tasks with the many eager women of the circle, and his art work was displayed in buildings far and wide. He was kept very busy but remained.