.. you’re paying for tyres.”“OH!” “Okay.”“Wanna check out the garage? Daddy wouldn’t let me play in there.”In the end, they discover...ed Daddy had wrenches, a portable 155 cfm air compressor, all sorts of air powered sanders, grinders, and rachet wrenches. There was lots of hose and a Kaeser M58 Utility Mount 210 cfm Air Compressor in an explosion resistant box. They could easily run two sanders.The research, sanding and primer was pretty damn boring. Come to find out the worst of the dents,. "You're not leaving" Jon said, more of a command than a question."lets grab a table, I'll get you a drink."We headed over to the table and the three of us sat down."this is the slut i was telling you about Steve. She loves it"The guy called Steve laughed, "You are a lucky man Jon, I'd tap that"I was feeling very nervous again, more so than the first time I met Jon as I now knew he liked me dressing and also how he liked to use me."So are you back for more?" Jon asked."Yes" I whispered, looking. My hips bucked wildly seeking sufficient friction for my poor tormented cock. Her light touch was maddening. Eighteen "draws" into Andrea's turn, the universe that was my scrotum imploded. It then rocketed up and out of my shaft drenching Andrea's mouth and throat. My spasms seemed to go on and on. She gamely tried to swallow it all. She did well allowing only some to escape to her cheeks, her chin, her tits. Karen was quick to her aid, lapping up the wayward sperm from Andrea's quivering body.. I steal a kiss in the lifting, only to get in a tongue fight each trying to conquer the other person’s mouth. As we fought I made a slow move of my hand to your neck, I break the kiss finally only to push your upper half over the cleaning sink. Since you were closing soon it had fresh bubbles, which coats your boobs as you are now bent over naked on the sinks edge. I move my hands first to your ass and then flap my hands to get you to spread your legs. You know the treat for doing this so you.