’ ‘We’re willing to offer you a percentage of the profit of the sale of this cargo.’ said Isabelle. Jean-Marie smiled softly. ‘Isabelle, hon...y. Are you sure we can do that?’ her father asked, his worry evident. ‘We can. We’ll just have to settle for less until our next haul.’ She could hear her father think on the other side. ‘All right then, how much?’ he asked. Isabelle looked at Jean-Marie but before she could speak he held up his hand. ‘More money wouldn’t satisfy my needs.’ ‘Then what do. .. that's sending little sparks through my pussy," she moaned.Chris' hand trembled as he moved the computer's microphone closer. "I'm going to have to whack off now; I can't take it any more." Yeah I know what you mean," said Dad. "I'm about going to sink my pecker in Daughter's tight pussy."Chris heard bumping and shuffling sounds as the couple rearranged themselves, and then Dad's voice came back, "Where's Mom? I thought you said she was home." She has to go somewhere; I don't think she's. I like the way you make love to me," I told Mark, out loud."I like making love to you, Dani," Mark admitted, then drove into me hard. "You're so fucking sexy," giving me another hard thrust. "I have to fuck you," Mark continued, increasing his speed of thrust."Fuck me, Mark," I panted. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me hard."Mark moved his hands from my thighs, to lift my butt off the bed. My shoulders and head remained on the bed, as Mark took the rest of my body for himself. He leaned forward,. On the way out, Crystal wanted to look at my work. She nodded in approval. I had to stop at the parts counter for a sheet of gasket material.I cut the material out and bolted the pan back up. I checked all around to make sure nothing else was damaged. I did the usual checks, then ran over to the parts store for the parts for a tune up, oil change materials, the starter solenoid and more transmission fluid.It was getting to be noon, so I washed up, changed clothes, and went to lunch. Crystal was.