"Explain the Studebaker, the wonderful, beautiful golden Avanti," he asked, once they were back on Route 15."Can't. He's got a thing about some cars. ...ad one of those beautiful Raymond Lowey coupes, a '54 I think, when I was learning to drive. Fine car. But he sold that to buy the Avanti. You ought to see the size of the engine in that thing, almost five liters I think." And the MG?" Oh, he's had that for years, just a toy. It seldom runs. He's always doing something to it. Right now the head's. This time she puts her hands on the back of my head pushing me to get as much of her as possible. She raises her head and howls in pleasure. My hands have started to move down to her waist. I trace the contours of her curves tickling and caressing as I go. Her muscles start to spasm as I touch her sensitive areas. She loves my hands touching her. Before I can go lower, she kneels down at my feet. Her eyes and mouth are level with my crotch. My manhood is creating the largest tent I have ever. “Do you want me?” I whispered in his ear.A content growl was the answer and I continued to pet him. My hands ran through his fur, over his body while I felt his body-heat radiating towards me.How would his cock taste? The thought came out of nowhere and I felt myself blush again. Had he meant that by play with him?Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped. “I promised you a treat.” With his thumbnail he tore a small wound in his arm. “Just a bit more, to make you feel good.”Ashamed of. Don't you want to help with some visual stimulation?" Yes, normally, but I assume you're not going to need to get hard again before school." She was prodding him to be more aggressive."You can't assume that." Well, I'll remember that for next time." Mom, I want you to put on something sexy this morning. Not just tomorrow." Oh dear. That sounds like an order. Is that an order?"He was puzzled by her behavior, given what had happened the morning before. "No. Not an order. A strong suggestion.".