The louder they were, the better he seemed to like it. Hans too. My father and Hans were a strange pairing. Did you know it was my father that taught ...ans how to work on cars? It's the truth. The old man loved to go out in the garage and get his hands dirty. He was interested in anything mechanical. He could be a mean bastard, my father, but he always took care of the mechanically inclined people who worked for him. I think Gerta might be the only one of the young German girls who worked at the. He was half grunting, half moaning because he hadn't felt anything that good since he slept with his friend's college age niece years earlier. He was pulling on her hair and tried telling her he was going to cum but couldn't assemble a coherent sentence. She knew what he was trying to say and started gagging on him, grabbing his ass. He moaned her name as she looked up at him while his hot, creamy load filled her mouth. She smiled as she opened her mouth to show she swallowed his load and. .expecting to see what I saw.”“I skipped class because….”, I honestly couldn’t come up with a response to explain anything so I just went silent. We just kind of looked at each other for a while in awkward silence. After a minute or so, he broke the silence.“Hey CJ… could you take your shirt off?” he asked, his eyes moving to my chest and back up to my eyes.(I go to bed in a long shirt that goes to my thighs and generally I just wear shorts or panties underneath, tonight it was only panties.. But I realised that if Vanessa turned around she would see me. It was now that I noticed what Vanessa was wearing. Above she wore a pink lace-up, Victorian-style bodice. The laces were threaded but not pulled tight, something which I imagine would have been impossible for one person on their own. Below this she was wearing a white garter-belt and white stockings. This seemed a strange way for a woman to dress when she was on her own. For a moment I felt a jealous twinge as I wondered if she had.