"What the hell's happened to my damned car? How many times have I told you?" he bellowed, causing Ally's pretty face to contort and the tears to flow ...eadily once more.I began to feel even more sorry for the girl, almost willing to accept responsibility for the accident if somehow it got her off the hook. But I was confined to the sofa, able only to spectate. The girl's show of contrition cut little ice with her stern-faced father who continued the tirade, brushing aside his wife with an easy. ”“Then I am very, very special and very, very lucky.”“You are?”“That you’ll let me get this close to you without having to get THAT close to you,” Michelle said with a smile.She’d just hit on EXACTLY why I liked her and wanted her for a friend. Sometimes those seemingly innocuous decisions paid off handsomely. Our time was up, so she left, and I went to help make dinner.After dinner, we put in the tape I’d made of the Daytona 500.“That’s just wrong,” I sighed. “Bill Elliott is #9, not #11. I. I reached out and squeezed that sexy bulge. I smiled as I pulled his cock free and stroked it."Holy Fuck! What the hell do you think you are doing!" Stan groaned as I gave him sexy smile pumped his hard cock with my hand"Stroking a really nice cock! You know you were checking me out! You want to fuck me! You can admit it!" I said with sexy voice as I watched a drop of pre-cum form at the tip of his cock"But you're my friend's wife! Shit you are sexy as hell and if you weren't married to Al I. It had to be at least ten inches long and two inches thick, withprotruding veins, and a color somewhere between dark brown and black."Here, take it," she said. I hesitated to even touch such a monster."Do what I say, Joanne! Do you want me to teach you or not?" She thrustthe black monster penis at me. "Take it!" I absently let the smallerdildo drop in my lap and took the monster from her with both hands.Where the other had felt cold and plastic, this one felt more rubbery; itseemed able to.