"If it wasn't too far for me." I laughed at that and told her that we would drive a hundred miles for a good meal in Kansas. (Of course I didn't tell ...her that after the hundred miles we found crap.)She suggested a famous place in West Wycombe, a few miles away. It was called the "George and Dragon Hotel" and she said it had an interesting history.She told me that Mark Anthony warned in "Julius Caesar" that, "the evil that men do lives after them." In the picturesque village of West Wycombe, in. Of course they were; I got an erection and hurriedly changed my thoughts to avoid more embarrassment in the back seat of my parents car. If I’d been required to stand up and stick way out or worse yet had an orgasm from back there it might have been the last straw.They asked me what I would like to do and showed me a shoe box with home made cookies they’d brought, like a Care Package. I was thrilled to get cookies. “Do you want to drive some where,” they asked? “Sure!” We drove off as they. I listened for the shower. It was going. Standing, my mind racing, I pulled my tub top off in one quick motion. My little tits reacted to the cooler air, my nipples standing erect. I cupped each breast, my thumb and finger squeezing, rolling my hardening nipple, tugging them. I bent, stripping the shorts, panties from my body. Now naked, I stepped to the table. My crotch was table high. I slid my crotch back and forth, feeling the firmness of the wood caress my mound. I could feel my slit pull. Frank and I were at the marina one Saturday morning when the owner’s crane broke down with a boat half out of the water. I saw that a hydraulic coupling had come adrift, so I stripped it down and fitted another pipe.The owner said that he was going to get rid of it as it didn't really earn its keep. Frank bought it on the spot, telling me I would be the driver. The driver had gone home so I jumped in and finished the job.Frank averaged four bookings a week until early April and then they.