Gramps died a year or so after Bonnie was born, and Dad took over looking after her. They brought me home from the hospital in Mabel, so I can honestl... say I’ve been riding in her all my life. My earliest memory of this car was the excitement of visiting Gramps and him driving us around in her. The thrill has never faded.Tonight, I got to sit in the front seat beside Dad since it was my birthday celebration, and I loved every minute of it. The growl of the engine, the feel and smell of the. My mom loved it. It was nothing like yours, Gabriela, but it was quite good. I'll have to see what my mom wants to fix for our meal." Bob, I would like to try out this killer recipe you have for meat sauce sometime. What all was in it?" Just some stewed tomatoes, tomato paste, fresh garlic, oregano, and some other spices we had in the cupboard. I mixed some browned ground sirloin in with it and then we had some buttered bread with garlic powder on it that I warmed in the oven. It was nothing. I’ll be filing it under How Not to Cook.”“Don’t be horrible, Sue,” said Annie. “She tried her best.”“Why do we always end up at dinner parties on Saturday nights?” I asked. “They’re the bane of my life.”“There was an article about it in The Echo last weekend,” said Susan. “They called dinner parties ‘the plague of middle-class suburbia’.”“Damn straight,” I said. “I don’t understand it. Everybody hates them, but we still go. Why?”“Human curiosity,” said Annie. “We want to see how other people. The bed creaked as he climbed on, too. On his knees, he moved between my legs."What do we have here," he asked jokingly as rubbed my ass hole through the fabric of my wife's thong. "A tight little pussy waiting to get fucked?"The question was rhetorical and he pulled the material over to the side, exposing my waiting hole. "Put my cock where you want it, bitch," he told me. I grabbed his shaft and lined it up to my puckered hole, just like my wife would do if I was about to fuck her pussy. As.