When she opened the door, Linda was wearing a white T-shirt with a bra on underneath it and a pair of jeans. And I thought my former childhood girlfri...nd looked as fine as I'd ever seen her look.Linda had actually been our local Miss State Beauty Contest winner and had gone on to compete at the state level. I'd always bragged in college that I used to date the former Junior Miss from my town. And I was semi-jealous when my friend actually married Linda, bedded her and knocked her up with two. Just look.” I raised myself until I could see the swollen head then slid back down, burying him, to the hilt, as some might say. “Impressed?” I sure was.“This will not hurt a bit my friend. Just relax.” And here I thought I was the one who would get hurt. I rocked my hips, feeling the length of him slide through me. Arching my back, pressing my lower abs into him, placing pressure on my nub. Perfect, the stretching teased it and his pelvis rubbed it. I was going to cum in no time. A bit longer. The cells are washed down with bleach to denature the DNA traces left by occupants. All the office furniture is removed for resale, computers have their hard discs wiped, the IT equipment is sent for recycling, and the last of the shredded hard copy documents is collected by a confidential document disposal firm. Included in the shredded paper, is a passport issued to man called Harry Keitley, together with his driving license and other documents which could identify him as a particular Harry. What the Hell? I thought there was something wrong with the new car but, a killjoy of a car company, this was how GM purposely made them. The first and only automatic car I ever owned, after that fatal fiasco, figuring all automatics in all makes and models were all the same when they weren’t, I vowed to never buy another car with an automatic transmission. Moreover, I vowed to never buy another Camaro, more about that later. Call me a car buff snob but I’m more comfortable and feel more in.