Still to this day I remember the moment she touched me. My cock was as hard as granite, but her touch was so soft. She slowly took me in her mouth. Th...is wasn’t my first blowjob, but it was so great as she slid her hand and mouth on my shaft. She move us to the bed and started suckling again, but now she was next to me and I was finally able to touch her pussy. The moment I touch her she jumped, I backed away, but went in to touch her pussy again. Again she jumped, apparently she was. Well, the stupid car was a 1963 Corvette.And what. you ask, was so damned special about a 1963 Corvette?Well, I'll tell you what. Miss Swifty was a 1963, all black Corvette, split window coupe with red interior. And not just any coupe, but the Z06 coupe. General Motors only made 199 of the Z06s and the entire split window coupe line, only that one year. And of those 199, only 50 of them (mine was one) were delivered with the big, N03, 36.5 gallon fuel tank.She had the L84 FI, 327 cubic inch,. As he did so, a bead of precum pushed through the silky material. At the sight of the clear nectar seeping from the crown of his now-sissy cock, Stephan felt a familiar warmth on his neck and shoulders. The wash of orgasm was approaching.It’s too soon.In near panic, Stephan instantly sat on the end of the bed, waiting for the impending orgasm to subside. Once it did, he donned a bra, a yellow day dress, white ankle socks with frills, and matching yellow pumps. He found Rosie’s nail polishes and. They'd of course found nothing—he'd replaced the computer after the night he took Susan, well, Ariel then, there—but with the flash drive the replacement was itself somewhat damning.But it meant he knew there was a copy of his info out there, and it didn't take a lot of deductive reasoning for him to figure out how that happened. His lawyers had immediately petitioned a court to have the copy turned over, but the Feds piously professed not to have it. If there was one, not that they were.