”“We gotta take her all the way down to bare frame, blast and paint her and put her all back together again.”“Unless you like the red?” gran...dpa asked after a pause.“I had something else in mind, but it’s not technically my car,” I said sheepishly. Frankly the red on red was a tad garish for my tastes.“Well, it’d look old school if you let me and Louie pick the colors,” grandpa countered.“I’d like to start with a royal blue frame and white body panels,” added. “The same royal blue in the. ’ I walked with her back to the car park and she handed me one of her business cards. ‘Will you come and see me some time … we could go for a drink … or I could make you something to eat, I’m even learning to cook now?’ she chuckled. ‘I still get lonely sometimes, but the really odd thing is that whenever I do, you are the one that I think about. I’m not sure that I should be telling you that, but it’s true…’ she added. ‘Yes, of course I will.’ How could I say anything different? Also, she. My father had died over a year ago and it wasn't long before I filled his shoes in every sense of the word accept the one place which was forbidden for a son to go: his mother's bedroom.We had encountered this dilemma on many nights, I arguing that since we were both consenting adults and no one would be the wiser for it, that it was okay to have a closer more special relationship. She returned my affections and desires, but stopped short of committing to that most unholy of taboos. This drove. "I'd wanted to do that all night darling." then she squealed as I pushed her back onto the bed."And I've been wanting to do this all night." and she squealed again as I parted her legs and kissed the wet nylon of her panties."Oh God Dann," she moaned as my tongue burrowed under the skimpy little garment and into the fragrant moisture of her pussy. She was so wet and juicy that I could actually taste her nectar flowing from her as I lapped at the delicate, pink flesh. I found the swollen little.