She opened the first door to see it was two cars deep. The first car in front was a 1968 sky blue Chevy Camaro SS 396 with white racing stripes. She r...ounded around the car to check out the interior to find it was pearl white and it was a stick shift. Crap as much as Steph loved classic cars thanks to her brothers, but she was never good with a stick shift. She stood back out and looked behind the Camaro to see a 2006 navy green Chevy Tahoe. Big SUV's were never her style so she turned her head. When he was physically well enough, he took to sparring again – and training Lana himself in hand-to-hand combat. Everyone was surprised – though he’d never shown signs of being abusive, a templar working closely with a Tranquil seemed quite unusual – and I knew almost everyone had taken pains to check in with Lana that she was fine, and to watch over them while they were together. It was sweet, but sort of funny – it got to the point that the Tranquil woman started denying abuse to everyone. She couldn’t stand red meat and had a shellfish allergy since she was a teenager. She would eat cod or pike if I cooked it for her, but usually stuck to a mainly vegetarian diet supplemented by the occasional chicken breast. I watched from beside the typical beer selection inside the coolers as Carmen took her basket of oranges, tomatoes, broccoli and some angellini pasta to the counter. There was a young man by the register, about her age, light brown hair, white T-shirt that draped off a. ” “That’s because it’s not.” Jim was anxious for her to return her attention to his pulsing rod. “Good thing,” she slithered the rest of her body across the seat , “because I have very nosy neighbors.” She positioned herself on his lap, her naked wet pussy pressed against his thigh. His erection pressed against her belly. “Okay, so you’ve got a nice big rod,” she stroked it admirably, “Really nice. But the real test is how you use it,” she smirked. “Ted can make my pussy vibrate,” she examined.