First, I am a little hurt that you are thinking about moving out. This is your home now and will always be your home as long as you want it. If you wa...t to move out I'll help you get a place."Amy shook her head, "I don't want to move. It's just... She didn't finish because the tears started again."Amy, I did something a couple of months ago and I was waiting for the right time to tell you. I guess this is a "right" a time as ever. As you know you are the only family I have. I got in touch with. Besides I was enjoying the viewing so much my cock was hard and tenting my tight swimming trunks. “We should measure both of you if you want a definite answer?” I added. “Nup, what about you judging by hand.” Sara chipped in with a bigger smirk and similar flashing of her boobs.“Besides Mike your cock looks like it would enjoy a bit of boob action,” Sara said. Not wanting to miss a beat, my wife Liz added, “ I agree measure by hand and judges decision is final. Let’s do it.”Both women closed in. I've replaced the throw out bearing twice on this one. I bet you could crawl in there and sleep on either side of that head. Modern car you can't hardly fit a hand down under the hood. I can reach in there and touch every single component on this engine. No sir, they don't make 'em like this anymore."Mr. Piotrowski closed the massive hood. "As for the rest, you're looking at an original 1959 one ton Chevy panel truck, a model they called the Apache. I've driven this thing all over; Texas,. . You never because dead wearing white!" She smirked. "Areyou saying that I'm not a pure delicate little flower like you? Is thatyour way of calling me a dirty slut?" I challenged her. "... Yeah, as amatter of fact I am... And YOU ARE!" We both chuckled. I kind of noddedmy head slowly. "I can't deny it!" I confessed. I folded back the tissuepaper. "I knew it... Black as usual," Karen said feigning disappointment.I playfully snapped back at her. "You said yourself that black is mycolor!" "No pun.