Nor flower-arranging.I wasn’t sure where to go next. Too many choices. I wasn’t even sure where to go next. Adelaide, perhaps. I’d like to see t...he Turner again. I had carried Patrick to see the “Alnwick Castle,” which I’d only seen in reproduction, 25 years ago. It was wonderful. They’d been given another a few years ago. I’d not seen it. I recall that I sat in front of a wonderful Corot of a fisherman for a few moments on that visit. Or I could visit some more Bony sites. Perhaps actually go. She wasn’t having any of this snuggling bullshit and jammed her tongue down my throat. We just ripped off our clothes and I turned her around on her hands and knees. She spread her legs as far as she could and oh what a sight! I slid right in with one deep thrust and was ramming away like an oil derrick. My eyes were closed for a bit until I heard some scuffling around in the small galley that has an island shelf jutting right up the couch. Holy shit! Brian had silently let himself in and sat. Derrick didn’t tell me he’d invited you,’ she smirked, obviously impressed with the way she looked. ‘I think he actually invited Joey,’ I smiled. ‘He wants to discuss a job with him. I just sort of tagged along. Hope you don’t mind,’ I added somewhat aggressively. ‘Oh, not all, Chloe,’ she smirked again, looking first at her own beautifully displayed body and then at my fully covered one. ‘Not at all!’ She pulled Derrick away with the need to ‘meet someone.’ The bitch, I thought. I decided. “Abby told me there was a woman dressed in black sitting with your family that she thought I’d like. But when I saw her on the giant screen, I knew I had to meet her.”“You certainly have met her,” Brad recalled of them kissing and Scott’s hand under her top.“Oh, the kiss on the screen, that sure caught us off guard.”“That plus you two by the exit door of the arena.”“You saw me feeling her tit?”“We all did.”“She asked me to and I certainly wasn’t going to turn her down.”“She does have nice tits.