It wasn’t that I stumbled into George. His car – a nineteen seventy, hand-made Excalibur – broke down on the road I took to our house from town....George was standing in the road beside his car when I rounded the bend, braked and pulled over to offer him a ride.“Much obliged, young fellow,” he said affably as he hopped in. “The old gal is much too beautiful to put out to pasture, and my ex-wife, contrary Mary, would lose her mind trying to get it back if I did.” I thought that his comment was. Sliding my soaking fingers out offering them up for her to suck she sucked and licked them clean hungrily taking my fingers from her wet sticky mouth she kissed me all the wet hot juice filling our mouths as we probed each other with slow deep kisses.Tasting her was so delicious, parting from our wet cum kiss i pinned her arms to the bed straddling her offering up my throbbing she-cock for her her lips parted as she let my hardness slide in her hot mouth her red lipstick rainbowing my she-cock. I was aware of cold water trickling down my neck. I looked at Wendy who appeared to be enjoying the whole experience immensely. I had to smile at her; her enthusiasm was contagious. She moved across the cockpit and sat close next to me, but leaning back so as not to obscure my view. It was rather pleasant. More than that, she was breaking the force of the wind and spray.“That’s very kind of you,” I had to yell, by this point, “but could you go look at the chart and get me a course for the Pye. “No, I want you to hear how good they have gotten at cold playing,” Paul said, sounding like a proud parent.I went and got my baton. I stood in front of the boys and girls.“Hey!”“Hey,” they said in return. They seemed trainable.“Percussion, you start this. Mr. Bell, be ready at measure 19, please?”I raised my baton... They got a nice groove going. Mike was clear as he took the melody standing up. Each succeeding movement sounded great as I swayed as I conducted.Our now six-person percussion.