“Come on baby girl, let’s go or we might not make it for breakfast,” he told her as he grasped her tight ass in his hand. Her eyes clouded ove...r and she swore she saw a gleam in his eyes. Joe swung the back pack over his shoulder taking her hand in his other hand and lead her to the door of his room. As they left Joy saw a book on his desk. It was the same book she was told to read by the people in the forum last night. Her heart skipped a beat as he squeezed her hand. The simple touch of. Images of the fantasies I'd been having about her flashed into my mind as I slipped the nightdress off her shoulders and teased first one then the other naked nipple.Neither of us said a word, just looked into each others' eyes before she moved her lips onto mine and kissed me, her tongue flicking between my lips to caress mine. At the same time I felt her hand cover my erection through my pants and squeeze it. I returned her kiss and fondled her breasts as she continued to squeeze my stiff. But, um, I need you to turn around." I grinned at her with my thumbs hooked in the waist band of my sweats."Oh, sure," she said, and quickly turned her back.I grabbed some jeans and a shirt, slipped them on quickly, then stuffed my wallet into my back pocket and said, "Okay, let's go." I opened the door again and took Sandra by the hand, leading her out into the hallway.When we got to the coffee shop, we sat down at a table and just started talking. Sandra told me more about the trouble's she'd. When I had 69,000 miles on it, I decided that it was either time to buy a new car or to fix up my beloved Grand Am. I found this car guy in Connecticut who used to work for General Motors in the Oldsmobile division. I won’t mention his name here, but if you are into cars like I am, you know who he is. He’s famous. He loved Oldsmobile Cutlasses and would turn them into Nascar sleeper cars. He would put a 403 in an Olds Cutlass body, redo the suspension, brakes and every component part and that.