. like for one car. I was always amazed at how some of those less expensive racing genre mystique vehicles drove so poorly.It must be remembered that ...Pepo was just happenstance, seemed more a place to get laid than to sell cars.I pretty much hated those sport cars. But, they sold. The beach bum crowd would buy them for a quick fix and a possible babe magnet. That whole mentality of I am what I drive never impressed me and I sound exactly like a snob.My horny bosses never used any particular car. I loved her for the way she had taken to learning. I loved her for wanting to improve the way she talked. I loved her for her beauty.I reined in Hawk and when she stopped beside me, I said, "I'm in love with you too, Delia."The smile she gave me would brighten my heart for the rest of my life. She slowly dismounted, so I followed her example. We left our horses ground tied and came together in an embrace. We shared a delicious and very promising kiss, then pulled apart and remounted.Sam came. They just kept on kissing as peoplewalked by, but no one appeared to be paying them much attention. As they kissed, I watched his black fingers push the fabric of her skirt up over her lush thighs and dig into the crack of her ass as his tongue continued to invadeher mouth. They stood there kissing and fondling for several minute before they broke apart and headed for the door. My cock stood up erect as I saw them walk out with their arms around each other. I could imaginate his big black cock. Hard, cruel faces alight with anticipation and enjoyment at handling a near naked white woman. Both were dressed in what she had come to recognise as the ISD uniform of white open necked shirt and black trousers.She squirmed and whimpered, trying to stand unaided and hold the blanket round her as black fingers pinched her breasts, scraping the raised weals left by the rattan and the split bamboo cane. ‘Hey, look at these tits, man?they look real sore?’ They chuckled at her efforts to avoid.