My truck has three different colors of paint, not counting the Bondo, because one door and one front fender are each from different trucks.In its defe...se, the old Chevy has a 350 Cu. In. engine that's just one or two accessories from being a full blown racing engine. Not only does it run good, it will outrun most cars; including police interceptors. My truck is what is known as a sleeper. The old adage of you can't tell a book by its cover aptly applies to me and my truck.Worth had a disgusted. Finally she picked out a cotton dress that had a deep cut neck that would show her cleavage. She didn’t bother to put on any underwear knowing that it would just get in the way. She applied a light touch of perfume and knew she was ready.Five o’clock finally rolled around and Bob popped in the door. He gave her a long passionate kiss and said he was going to take a shower and freshen up. Will and his friend were due at 6:00. After the shower Bob came downstairs fresh in Dockers and a knit. I’ve been screwing for almost 60 years now. I’ve totally lost count of how many men and how many times each one did what we just finished. But you know, it doesn’t matter. Two of my four husbands thought it did and that was their stupid mistake. The last ones accepted me, and maybe I fucked them to death, but they died happy.”The young man was hard again and moved back between her legs to slide his shaft where it wanted to be. Her already cum-lubed hair-trimmed lips parted easily to accept and. He was happy, though a little uncomfortable about the house I was going to, there’d been some odd stories about the place. He wouldn’t go into it, saying he’d only heard bits and pieces. Bad things happening, strange noises, typical haunted house type stuff. I didn’t care, I liked Brianna and I liked Christyne. So next morning I headed back. Christyne was in the bathtub with Brianna, throwing her around and getting her to swim. I sat at the edge watching and laughing. Christyne turned to look.