Trunk roads were mainly single lanes, with short dual-carriageway stretches around ancient towns. My brother-in-law now lives in Exmouth, and tells me... that travelling between home and Kingston takes him just over four hours. Back in the ’60s we allowed ourselves ten hours, leaving Wimbledon at 5am, hoping to arrive in Paignton about 3pm, and be unpacked and settled in before the hotel served High Tea. That last weekend in July, immediately the schools broke up, was a scorcher, with blue skies. She was gorgeous; 5"3, amazing ass, c-cup breasts and blond hair down to her shoulders. She came over to say hello while I was trying to hide the bulge in my shorts. "Dean! How are you?" "I'm good Nikki. Wow you look great! How are you doing?" "Aw thanks Dean you don't look so bad yourself. I'm doing fine. Trying to stay fit, working at Mike's Bar and Grill all summer to save up for school. You should come by!" "Absolutely. I'm free tonight after nine. I'll swing by." I finished work and headed. He decided it was worth the risk and did just that. Of course when Pete felt the tongue on his dickhead, he pulled back and Lacey stepped up to let him know what his punishment would be. She sat him up a little higher and held his head in her hands pushing him even closer to my pussy, and told him Watch this, Frank&hellip, another man is about to stick his rock hard dick up into your wifes hot pussy and there is nothing you can do about it. Pete pulled my skirt up a little and slowly began to. Toward noon, Joe showed up with the strongbox, so we had lunch, and I rode in with him to deliver it. I wanted to see the face of the stage line manager when he saw the condition of the strongbox. Man, he was pissed! The box had contained about $2,000 in paper money, but it was probably reduced to ashes by the heat of the fire that had consumed the cabin. To add insult to injury, the key would no longer work because the lock was so mangled by the clumsy efforts of the bandits to get the box.