There was a Paris phone number and nothing elseI knew the engine; 128 cubic inches, twin cam, 8 valve, turbo, factory rated at 385 horsepower ... and ...e all know how low factory horsepower ratings are.Otherwise I knew it was a rear wheel drive that competed against 4 wheel drive cars in group B. And that was pretty much it.What I didn't know I was going to find out ... because I called. The listed number was a switchboard. The owner was some kind of Saudi prince and he was home ... in Saudi.. Larrys cock was fully erect and almost twice the size of my sons. I put my hands into their trunks and felt the heat of their erections. I started to stroke both of them at the same time. Larry and my sons hands came up and quickly removed my bikini top and flung it out of the hot tub and on the porch. With my breasts exposed they each took a nipple into their mouths and started to suck on them. Memories rushed back into my mind of the days that I breast feed my son for almost a year and. She had taken a few chances with her attire choices, revealing much more skin and cleavage that she ever dreamed that she could. No one complained and it did seem to increase foot traffic into the bank particular after her daily walks. She was even able to steer a few new customers to the little boutique where she had a special arrangement with the store owner/sales clerk. She was so pleased that things were going so well and when she learned that John Smith had an appointment with Mr. Adams. “I’m forever yours. Take me to bed.” He smiled at her and picked her up. He carried her to the bed, laying her down on it. He climbed on top of her, holding her tight as they kissed passionately. Their bodies pressed together, fusing them as one. “My beautiful wife,” he murmured. “I love you so much. I can’t wait to have a family with you, and have children with you. I want to grow old with you.” He kissed her once more, slipping his hand under her and unclasping her bra. He helped her pull her.