" What's the performance improvement? I presume torque rather than top end?"She finally looked a little taken aback. "You know something about cars?" ...I. I had a boyfriend who did?" Why torque?" Because you have a performance body already tolerant of a set maximum speed,beyond which it's a cabriolet, with less reinforcement in the frame. Plus thestandard 3 litre engine is pretty much refined as far as it can go." Amazing. Do you know football too?" I prefer rugby." Honey, you're already more. I felt more tears running down my cheek and after a moment, the tall, dark-haired older boy moved his fingers from my lips back to my cheek and I could feel the wetness of my tears being spread over my skin. I felt Sam’s other hand on my arm, moving up to my shoulder and over, grabbing hold of the straps of the slip and bra I wore. The older boy pulled me closer to him, so close that I could no longer focus on his nose and I was forced to look him right in the eyes. Though I was barely. Bella stood out. Her credentials were good; in fact, she was maybe a bit overqualified. What I noticed most about her upon meeting her was how feminine she was. Maybe girly would be a better way to put it. Maybe it was because she was the only one who wore a dress to the interview. Maybe it was because she was the only one who wore hosiery to the interview. No, it was because she was the only one who wore both hosiery and heels to the interview. She wore tan hosiery and white Mary Janes. If I did, I was going to take her. There was no doubt about it. The law might call it rape, and so it would be, but I should not be able to stop myself. In desperation I unzipped my trousers and released a cock so huge and red that it looked deformed. It was so sensitive I could hardly touch it but I managed to rub my fingers along the shaft and almost instantly I felt a massive charge of semen about to explode. Somewhere in my brain I realised that if I hit the fence the spatter would be.