It doesn't have all the new style emission stuff and still has a carb so it should be easy to work on. The transmission is good but the engine runs so...rough that I'm afraid it will quit on me while I'm driving." That's a good ole' car, it's a six-cylinder that should run a lot of years. Do you know how many miles you have on it?" Not many, it only has sixty two thousand miles. I bought it from a real old lady that couldn't drive it anymore. She assured me the miles were correct." Abe will get. But he was mad and I too was wet inside. The pleasure I had got in the afternoon made me go for it again.I had 2 condoms in my purse, it was a pack of 3 but my hubby had used one when he had come and I gave one of them to Ketan. Ketan entered me and began pumping his tool into me and because he had ejaculated a short while ago his time had got extended. In the beginning we were in the usual missionary position but my legs began aching so I changed position and took both my legs on one side. He. I remember, 4 months ago when I started, Master made me promise all my orgasms to him and I was never allowed to masturbate w/o his permission and if I were to be fucked by a stranger, it was to be in his presence only. And also, he to promised his cock only to me. No one else. I loved that, hence I would do anything for Master. I make way for office, and just before entering the lobby, I slip my coat off and drape it around my arm and stutter towards the elevator in a hurry which half my ass. "These are his teammates. Just give the nearest Oriole player the note." I'm sorry, Miss, really. But it could mean my job." OK," Lois said. "Forget it."Standing at the railing near the dugout, Lois leaned over the rail and motioned elaborately at the nearest man in uniform, the Orioles' hitting coach, B.J. Surhoff. He ignored her at first, but his name was on his back, and Lois wasn't the shy, retiring type. "Hey, Surhoff!" she shouted. He turned around and saw the attractive young woman,.