Man do I love on old truck and working with my hands, in more ways thanone, "Grin". Well the truck was some piece of work, my brother had stolen the b...ttery out of it and the oil was as thick as, well I called it crude oil, laughing hysterically, it also needed a tune up but the paint, tires, interior look clean enough. Over the next 2 or three days I gathered up the parts, and scrounged the tools I would need to get-er-runnin, As we would say in Okie talk, I changed the oil, tuned er up,(Okie. It was hers as much as his. He could see her struggling with the strain the change put on her every day. He had struggled with it too, lots of times. It was different though, he knew about his ancestry, she didn’t, because of his decision. He thought it would be necessary, or she wouldn’t be free to choose her own future. Was his noble decision just another failure? How could she choose a future without knowing her past, without a chance to understand her own nature? What was her nature? He had. Yes, he was giving me a body to body massage which I had never experienced.He was crushing my oily boobs under his chest and shoulders while his hard dick was sliming near my thighs and pussy. I shivered every time his dick touched my pussy. It was all so wet, oily and slippery.He whispered in my ears, “your Mehendi and attire made me feel like I’m with a newly wed Dulhan and this is our honeymoon night.”He was moving his body all over mine giving me a massage I had never received. At this. You giggle and say over your shoulder, "You know what I want, and what you want".I back away and I gaze at your ass as you casually drop your pants over your ass, giving me a full view. "This is what you want, isn't it?" you say, knowing the answer. Without looking up I nod in agreement and I walk over to the top drawer, where we keep some of the 'miscellaneous office supplies' and I pick out a tube of lube from the drawer. I feel my cock hardening already from the anticipation.You see me.