Ballard was roughly nine hundred years old and looked like Santa on a bad day but he was practically MacGyver. Give him an hour, a two-by-four, and a ...ack of gum and he could build the Taj Mahal complete with a working fountain and shuttle service. Most of the time, he ran Ballard Auto Repair over in Tappahannock, but twice a week, he taught at his old high school — he and my Grandfather had been classmates.I was taking engine repair because that past summer, me and my only other girl cousins —. I unbuttoned her pants slowly and then slide them off. She was wearing cute black lace thong. I pulled it to the side and viewed her perfect pussy. I rubbed it slowly and felt a bit of cum running out. It was so warm and thick. I licked my fingers and slid them in. She was so tight and wet. I started slow. Going back and forth wiggling my fingers. She was moaning a little louder now. I started to blow air onto her clit. She seemed to enjoy because I felt her get wetter. I then started licking. "No time, drive. Anywhere but away from here". Off we sped.I had been in the investigative reporter business long enough to know tocheck my rear view and sure enough we were being tailed."Ms. Franks, you had better talk now. We, are being followed. There is noway I am going to loose them in this Geo. But I will try to get us to thenearest Police Station. That might get them off of us. You got about fiveminutes till we get there. I assume all is not right at the Blue MilkCompany." With a dash we. Just as Ihave them down enough to reveal her purple with white polka-dot butterflypanties, Linda zips open the curtain.Linda shouts out to Kerstin, "Do you carry this in a larger size, thismay be too tiny for me."Kerstin is startled by the sight of Linda's brother kneeling at her feetand taking down her jeans. Kerstin explains that that's the last one ofthat kind.Linda swipes the curtain back closed. I clutch the waist of the jeans inboth hands and pull them all the way down. I cop a feel of.