It sounded like Greg wasn't going to shut up any time soon, so Richelle thought that she might as well make herself a bit more comfortable. She raised...her bottom from the seat, and let her skirt ride higher up her legs, exposing more of her skin to the leather. The leather felt great; just the right temperature, just the right texture. Despite his constant lectures about the ins and outs of cars, she was glad that she was dating Greg, if it meant that she got contact with this leather more. But I love to watch her go.”I grinned, “That extra wiggle? It’s just for you.”“So ... what car did you buy her?” Jim asked.“Which one?”“More than one?”I ticked off my fingers. “Three cars: full on restored rally 1973 Ford Escort ... with four wheel drive added. Dirt track Holden super mod, Formula Ford circuit car ... one dually Ford pickup ... gooseneck enclosed two car trailer ... tools ... rollaway tool box ... new tires every fucking week ... rally car usually uses three sets.” I ran out of. Marie twisted on the bed until she was facing her daughter's crotch. Running her hands comfortingly up and down her daughter's legs she began to speak to the girl in a low voice, "Mommy's here, baby. We're going to be ok. I'm going to do something that will make you feel good, now. Okay?"I again tapped on my watch. Marie shot me a venomous look and bent forward, her tongue extending outwards to run up her daughter's pink little slit. It only took around five minutes of her mother nibbling and. She didn’t want to watch that happen.Cathy grabbed his arm and dragged him off. She shouted, “Thanks, Mel. I owe you one.”“I don’t want to collect one from you,” Mel muttered. A minute later she could hear the shower running. She sighed and said, “I would rather collect it from Stephen.”There was a knock on the front door. Knowing that no one else was available, Mel went over to answer it. She opened the door to find the biggest scariest looking guy she had ever seen in her entire life standing.