He was the one guy that, as we grew, I had done some experimentation and exploration with. Yes, that kind of experimentation. We traded messages and ...caught each other up on what had transpired in the decades since we last talked. We told of our struggles and our victories, genuinely enjoying sharing and hearing about each others life, and seeing how life had actually turned out against the backdrop of what we thought life would be like from back when we were kids. And as we reminisced about. ’ ‘Deal, Tommy. I understand we have a chance to have a drink and become acquainted before the ladies arrive.’ Once we were comfortably seated in soft leather arm chairs, a drink in hand, he began, ‘Tommy, I ask that you do not discuss our various businesses if front of my wife. She thinks I am in the movie business. She would not appreciate what I actually do.’ ‘How do you explain your bodyguards?’ ‘Simple, I am a very rich man and I need them to protect me from kidnappers.’ I speculated ‘Well. She put her hands over her cunt. I tried to kiss her mouth, but she turned away, then I nibbled on her ear. This is going to take some time I thought.Embracing her, one hand on one of her tits, I kissed her forehead and face, and then her eyelids. Slowly she began to relax, and I lightly moved my lips over hers. She did not turn away so quickly this time. I moved back to nibble on her ear, then her lips. Now she was responding. She opened her mouth and we began to kiss like lovers. . I stripped her down to the frame and have been restoring the 1970 Chevelle convertible to better-than-original condition. She's also red, but has black racing stripes and I'm fitting her out with polished chrome everywhere. When I bought her, she had an after-market 350 under the hood, but I lifted it out and dropped in a 454 LS6 for a little extra power. I am in the process of putting in a 4 speed automatic transmission with a slapstick shifter, and I think I'm going to have to beef up her.