Also, Fritz should learn how to use a sextant. In case we had to go by the one-wayer we would also have to go to that place in our own Machine, and to... do that we had to know where it was... exactly.I should get our coach back here and build a Machine inside it. We could, after all, not trust the good Miss Fortune to be as generous as she had been so far. I managed to get the coach back to our workshop and was in the middle of converting it when Chris came to me one day."Dad," she said a little. Do you realize how much this is going to cost me? Do you know how much those tires cost&hellip,[p] Kent just stood there admiring her as she was rattling on about the car. He noticed her when she first pulled in, but by the time he got to where she parked she was gone. He waited for a while, but she never showed. He had his own car to be taken care of so he decided he would come back later. He is glad he did.[p] What you think this is funny&hellip,Kent! I dont find any humor in it. I cant race. He was so grateful for the release.I enjoyed the small climaxes he gave me but they were unnecessary. An eight-incher had reamed and plundered my crotch after lunch as part of client-satisfaction protocol, ie, to make a big sale. My dinner partner carried a thick seven-incher which had deep-fucked me to several good ones too. But they were not there to give me a little pre-sleep relaxation. That’s what my husband was for and he knew it.He gets to fuck me on Sundays, holidays, and special ones. She quickly pulled her sweater over her head and unzipped her skirt, shimmying out of it. In the semi-darkness, he could see her sitting on the tuck-and-rolled seat beside him in just her white bra and panties, looking over at him intently."Where do you want to do it?" he asked, feeling his pants suddenly growing uncomfortably tight in the gusset."We'd better get in the back seat." She swung the door of the '51 Packard open and stepped out, while Bobby just dove over the front seat into the.