She was panting by the time I helped her up onto the table and instructed her to lie face down.I placed a folded towel across her glorious posterior. ...his brought a moan of disappointment from her. I think she thought I was going to screw her on the table right then. As tempting as that was, I had other plans.I held back one of the flaps of the booth and motioned for the person standing silently outside to enter. The slightly built woman of Asian descent moved gracefully into the booth. She. He'd seemed accommodating enough in the hotel room last night, but would he be happy to learn he wasn't sharing her with just me? Men could be so funny, sometimes.A tiny corner of my mind wanted to urge Jenny to be faithful and considerate of his feelings, but it was swamped by the rest of me, which wanted to jump right in and get fucked every which way, too."Cheer up!" Jenny repeated. "You haven't done anything wrong! I wasn't really happy with that waitressing job anyway, and you helped me. She was dressed, as she almost always was, in a dark blue gabardine skirt and white cotton blouse, her legs were sheathed in the finest silk stockings, while her feet were adorned in navy blue pumps. She was timelessly elegant and, for her age, still devastatingly attractive. Edna Mayfield knelt over the polished slate floor, wiping up coffee grounds that had fallen to the floor while was cleaning up after a breakfast of toast, melon and coffee, black. There was an expression of silent. When I bought her, she had an after-market 350 under the hood, but I lifted it out and dropped in a 454 LS6 for a little extra power. I am in the process of putting in a 4 speed automatic transmission with a slapstick shifter, and I think I'm going to have to beef up her rear differential to keep the frame from twisting when I drop the hammer at the drag strip.If Candy is my cruiser, this other car is going to be my racer.When we built the house, the girls pretty much had run of the place. I.