.. This car was designed to RUN. Suddenly he thought to glance down at the gas gage to find that the tank was only about an eighth full. A 1957 model ... especially one with an engine like this - would drink a lot of gas. He decided the first thing he should do was find a gas station. He remembered one near a town he had passed through a little earlier and headed in that direction.The car ran like a dream and when he pulled in beside the pump and turned off the ignition, he couldn't seem to get. OK, -- Look, to be honest with you, it’s my dress”, I blurted out. I would rather say that, then try to get out of the girlfriend bit. “That’s a likely story, your dress”, she said, “Tell me another story”. “Really, it is mine”, I said, and went over to pick it up off the bed. I held it up in front of me, and went on, “See, it is just my size.” There was no getting out of this one. But, how .. how did she get her hands on it? “Well, if it is your dress”, she snickered, “Put it on and let. “You were not k**ding,” she said, “I have never been wetter. Watching my husband fuck your wife is making me soak the bed!”We watched the action as all five of them were lost in their own sexual abandon and we listened as my wife had one orgasm after another and the guys just kept it up, touching, kissing, fucking, sucking, it was incredible.That’s when I got the surprise of the evening. Lynn had been playing with herself the whole time and had been wiggling and moaning while we watched and I. One day I went a year into the future to see if I could find some stocks for a longer investment and I happened to see a young girl running away from some guy who chased her. She didn't scream or anything and didn't seem that frightened, just determined. I couldn't be sure though so I crossed the street just as she passed me and when the guy, boy, ran by I tripped him and he fell down on the pavement with a cry and stayed there. The girl turned as she heard the cry."That serves you right!" she.