It was a mint condition 1966 Corvette convertible. In 1986, it was twenty years old but had been fully and lovingly restored. I paid $10,000 cash and ...borrowed $5,000 more to swing the deal.It was British racing green. An understated, deep dark green with highlights of brilliance, typical of the word 'British'. It had both tops, so in the winter there would be a hard roof overhead, not that I planned on driving it much during wintertime. It was hot, with what they called the 427/390. That is 427. Her mother's hand was obviously exciting the African, even as their lips fiercely duelled.The African grasped her mother's hair and pulled her away. Her mother protested at his roughness, but the African just laughed. He glanced down at her mother's night attire and casually pulled at the lacings, before stripping the clothes from her body. All the time he held her mother's head by her hair twisted up to one side, ignoring her protests and grinning.Then he said some words to her mother. Tammy. This older guy, who I had been rather dismissive of, leaned in and brought his face to mine. I immediately melted, closed my eyes, and let our lips and tongues entwine in the most erotic of kisses I have ever had to this day! I felt this man's hands fumbling around my belt, but I removed his own hands and quickly released myself from the confines of my trousers and underwear, my fully erect member pointing directly at my older lover. He slowly undid his own trousers, pulled them down to his. "He's donna do it! He's really gonna do it!" Kathy cried.Marcie tensed, gritting her teeth tightly together while wagging her ass from left to right. She felt his claws scraping her skin. In the next moment Pardner had mounted her, sliding up, folding his forelegs tightly around her chest while nestling his head in the valley between her jutting shoulder blades. Marcie felt herself instantly covered with the dog, his warm fur making her perspire with excitement. And even more, she felt that.