” He spoke my name as if questioning it. He made his way to the front door, turning as he left to add, “About 7.30 then. Be ready for me” My hea...t was pounding. Whatever had I got myself into? Part of me was excited, and part scared to death. I returned from an afternoon at work, wondering what lay ahead. I dressed in some casual clothes, and waited for my ‘guest’ to arrive. Almost on the dot of 7.30 the door bell rang. I approached the door hesitantly, my heart racing. As I opened it, I saw. ” She was grinning as she said that.“Finally about 6 months ago he got one, and told me when I got my license it was mine! The top was missing, and it was half rusted out, but he has been working on it ever since. It is about 85% restored, and will be ready in another 4 months when I turn 16. I check on it every few weeks, and it looks great. He painted it dark green, just like I asked. The engine is still out being rebuilt, but it could be ready to drive next week if I really wanted it.”We all. I sighed at the emptiness of the apartment and of my life. I headed straight for the computer as always. Time to check the old E-mail, lots of the usual stuff, a few TG-alerts, a couple of new stories, Vickie Tern's Chat Log.Everything seemed normal. Until I hit the 3pm entry. It was from Mindy. The heading was "Don't read Story 2000!" after that, nothing. I quickly double clicked the icon, but the rest of the letter was completely trashed.I didn't know what was going on, but it just wasn't. She tried to turn around and look at me, but I held her against me (a breast in each hand) and turned her so she was facing the stool. She let out a low moan as it began to dawn on her that we were not finished and she had some definite ideas of what was next!I leaned Kay forward over the stool and stepped up behind her. I grabbed my cock and aimed it at the center of her labia folds, all glorious in their wet and glistening dew, and began pushing myself deep into her. I swear to god, not only.