I drove in and looked for #14. Most people think of trailer parks as being slums with low class people living in them. This one was neat and clean a...d the trailers looked to be newer. You did not see a lot of junk cars and trash. I parked in front of #14, grabbed the pizza and walked to the door. I rang the bell. After a minute I rang it again and then a third time. I had just decided that the order was a prank and that no-body was home and I had angrily walked back down the steps when. Hinges wallow out, windshields get pitted, snow isn't as soft as it looks, the sounds of metallic ceramic brake pads on steel ventilated rotors let the driver and the fans know that wear and tear is happening.A night race has glowing rotors and calipers that let a body know that heat buildup is causing brake fluid to vaporize and a trip through a stream crossing can anneal metal ... or harden it so the first heavy pedal application can shatter a rotor and there goes the brakes. And that, my. You should check her out, just looking at her drives me wild:(The fantasy bit)We had been speaking for months about me travelling to the States and visiting my whale in person. Her GF would have to be kept completely out of the picture, so I had booked a private holiday apartment nearby so she didn’t have to travel too far (which is handy because of what she will be wearing). The first meet of my visit was actually going to be a coffee joint in the nearby town, just so we could make sure we. ”“Or else what?” I goaded her.“Or else I might have to whip your arse.”“Promises, promises,” I grinned as I looked up at her.”“Seriously, since when did you like pain?”“I don’t but I'm sure you wouldn’t whip me too hard.”“Don’t be too sure about that, Mr Smart Arse.”Deciding not to push my luck and so continued my downward journey kiss and licking her body, feeling her body tense up and her squirm as I brushed her skin lightly, revelling in the way goosebumps tracked my journey down.Arriving at.