On July 17, 1946, the temperature in Detroit was 97 degrees.The four brothers walked into old man Henry Ford’s office and sweet-talked his secretary...into telling him that four gentlemen were there with the most exciting innovation in the auto industry since the electric starter.Henry was curious and invited them into his office.They refused and instead asked that he come out to the parking lot to their car.They persuaded him to get into the car, which was about 130 degrees, turned on the air. Clutching at my dick, I could hear my wife hiss, "Fuck me, Robby. Fuck Mommy!" I couldn't even last long enough to picture it happening and came hard all over myself.Huffing, I lay there in astonishment as to what devious idea I had just thought of, but then suddenly realized what my father must have felt when he watched me fuck my mother all those years ago. Shit, Dad, I understand it now.Quietly I ventured into our bathroom and cleaned off the mess I made, before glancing at myself in the. He kissed me, hard, pushing his mouth into mine. His tongue made its way around my mouth, and I kissed him back. His hand fell to my ass, where he squeezed each cheek a bit. He ran his other hand through my hair. Then, with one swift motion, he pulled off my shirt revealing my full, perky breasts. Hie kissed my lips softly and down to my neck and breasts, where he bit each hard, sensitive nipple. He then grabbed my ass and pushed me up against the wall, so he was lifting me. He was so strong. I. We continued walking home, and I realized I missed the mark where I was supposed to steer towards my house. At this point I was making some decent jokes, and telling wierd stories. Oddly enough, she began laughing. At the end of the walk home, I grabbed my neck, almost crapped myself, and asked her on a date. She giggled, and exclaimed, "I'd love to, but make sure you don't try to tell those stories on the date."I was ecstatic. As soon as she entered the door of her house, I rushed home, almost.