My car is midnight blue, with the white hockey stick stripes on the sides. The car is twenty seven years old and has over a hundred and fifty thousand...miles on it. It only has that few on it because I don't drive it in the winters or when it rains. The car was built when I was fifteen years old. One of my uncles bought it brand new and treated it like a baby. When he died, he left it to me and I've kept up the tradition of babying the car.My wrist vibrates, letting me know that I have a phone. This time she put her left hand between my cheeks and used spanning it open she held them apart while she slide both her middle and index fingers into me. They did not go far, but she kept at it, forcing them deeper and deeper into me to prepare the way. There was a bit of discomfort but that quickly fled as my ass relaxed. I think all the hormones rushing through me helped take away any pain almost as soon as I felt it. Within another minute I had both fingers all the way in me.I was still. She then licked her finger , stroked her very nice puffy nipple and put it back just before her mum came in to eat . Over dinner Vic kept smiling at me and at one point putting her foot in my lap and rubbing my leg. After dinner my wife announced she would drive our grand daughter home and then get some food shopping , so she would be out for about an hour . When they left Vicki sat opposite me on the sofa and said “ did you enjoy looking at my tit earlier ? Shall I take my top off so you can. .”“Bill,” I corrected.“I wanted Bill. No other man. He had some kind of magic on me. No other man in the universe could do what your dad...”“Bill,” I corrected again.“ ... Did to me in every way possible. It had to be him, and I knew that when we mated, there would never be another man...”“What if he had TWO like that?”“You mean like me ‘n’ you and Bill?”“Works for Carlita and Brindy and Dave.”“You know, I’ve never been with one and mentioned either of the others and they didn’t smile...”I.