Gary drove back, and had some fun throwing it round some bends.Back at the dealership our loan car was gleaming in the afternoon sun, I swapped the As...ton keys for the Bentley, and after removing our CDs and my bits of make-up from the glove box we said good-bye to the beautiful car and drove away in something a little more practical.I drove and Gary rang Pixie to tell her we were on our way, it was about 45 minutes drive according to the Sat Nav in this car, I'm hoping it's a bit more. Our apartment building -- that converted motel that was a shoddy excuse for one, anyway - was in the middle of town, and my mom's health clinic and my gas station were at the far east and west ends of the main street respectively.This was a little town but there was no idyllic Americana about it. It was, functionally, a strip mall of gas stations and fast-food franchises stretched out over ten miles of asphalt and stubborn prairie grasses springing up in the few places that were neither state. Oh, almost forgot, he has a little hair on his nipples that he wants to shave, but I won’t let him. I love that hair!I got sidetracked, sorry. Anyways, watching Bob’s cock bounce up and down while he wet his hair made me want to suck it, so I took my hand of my own cock and wrapped it around his. “That’s better.” he grinned. I knelt down before him and kissed his head, pulled his foreskin back and took him into my mouth. Some of his jism from the night before was still there, I could taste it. She and my dad are like total opposites. She looks like a model; he's fat and ordinary-looking. She's outgoing; he's shy. She's very flirty; he's very passive.In fact, she's so flirty, she wears outfits outside that show a ton of cleavage, often not wearing a bra. She wears thigh-high stockings underneath mini-dresses, like porn star sluts. She wears lingerie around the house when I'm around, as if teasing me with her big tits playing peek-a-boo with me.One night, she wore something super.