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. Sean laughed. "Now, sip more wine. And I do mean sip." "Yes, J..., Yes, Sir." "Very good, Monica, very good." Sean smiled at Monica, his eyes alight with pleasure. "What about my panties, Sir? We can't just leave them on the table - what if the waiter comes back?" "I'm planning on him coming... back, Monica." Monica's eyes bugged out, but, wisely, she didn't say anything. And eventually, he did come back to see if they needed another drink. "Another Whiskey for me, I think," said. Jennifer saw Marion had stopped spanking her Grandson and asked with a smile “If you have finished perhaps I could use the chair again?” Marion double took then beamed a smile when she realised another bottom was about to be spanked, saying, “Of course.” Marion stood up and Jennifer sat down in her place in the well used chair. “OK Chloe, get yourself ready will you and across my lap quickly please” Jennifer snapped as she again rolled her sleeves up. Chloe removed her. Sulkily Pete stood back up and wandered into the kitchen. Back to his pathetic fucking life and stupid errands. He opened the dish washer angrily as he began to take each plate out. Thinking about Jen laying there so vulnerable and exposed the entire time and driving himself more and more crazy. What he wouldn’t give to be able to snake his hand down her slip and just feel those amazing tits of hers. They always looked so fantastic. They bounced happily whenever she walked, as if taunting him.