She managed to put 32,654 miles on it, before the engine locked up for good.”“Oh,” Ted said staring at the car. “That’s not good.”Otterly ...aid, “Even I know that not changing the oil isn’t good.”Sherry walked over to the last car. She said, “This is Bertha.”The car was sitting there with no tires and a crumpled front end. The rims were obviously in bad shape.“What happened to it?” Sally asked.“The previous owner chose not to stop when an officer tried to pull him over for a speeding ticket.. I watched and realized that only he could see up her skirt. He pretended to drop a spoon and had a good look. I was further excited by this sneaky action. I returned to the table, not knowing what to do about it if anything. Mary then went to the washroom herself. She gave the old guy a subtle smile as she passed him.When she returned I could see she was flushed and wasn’t sure why, we resumed small talk but she was still a bit distracted, maybe preoccupied. Until she positioned herself on her. I saw him sliding a finger inside, then two ones. A slight gasp escaped Ana’s red lips, as she felt the invasion of her slippery wet cunt. I was sure that the bastard was teasing her swollen clit between his fingers.He then pushed Ana’s shoulders, guiding her to her knees. She then pulled down his pants and freed his throbbing cock.I saw Ana glancing at me, again needing my approval and I gave her a smile, encouraging my wife to go on…So I watched as a huge black cock disappeared into my wife’s. The sweat. The cum. It all flowed down the drain, like their cares and inhibitions.With their skin wrinkled, they got out of the shower and toweled off."What do you want to do for breakfast?" Ann Marie asked.Jacob shrugged. "I thought we'd just order something and eat in." Room service is a bit pricey," she replied. "But there's a Denny's up the street." That's very romantic," he said with a smirk."Hey, Moons Over My Hammy® could be the most romantic breakfast you ever had," she smiled. "Come.