Her taxi was in front of a tray truck on the inside lane.I followed at a discreet distance for what seemed like ages until the taxi pulled up in a qui...t suburban street outside a cheap looking weatherboard house. I pulled up behind another slightly older Holden sedan and watched Tracey Carpenter step out of the cab.'So far so good little brother, now all we have to do is wait for them to finish. I suggest that you get into some of those clothes that are in the back, you know, the ones we used. " Is it fun to fuck?" Just wait'll you start doing it," giggled Dee. "Fucking is the neatest thing in the world." Don't listen to her!" yelled Kim, her face red with anger. "I've never heard such filthy talk in my life!" Oh knock it off," laughed Dee. "I don't know any girl that doesn't love to fuck except you." I told you to shut up!" Kim shouted again."Let her talk," giggled Kelly. "I want to know more about fucking." Kelly!" her older sister yelled. "I never want to hear that filthy word. I thanked him but said that he was not what I was looking for my wife's birthday present. I got several more replies over the next couple of days but the first two appeared to fit what I was looking for the best so I got back to them and then removed the ad. I told them what my idea was and pointed out that her ass hole was strictly off limits and she considers it as "out only". I also told them that what she did as oral sex was up to her and that she had a strong gag reflex so not to expect. I gave her directions to my little shop and she oh-so-carefully drove there. I had to insist she get on the freeway. She was afraid a rock or a bit of gravel might hit that perfect paint job and put a ding in it. "Oh hell, if that happens, we'll just send it to Jiffy Paint for a touch up." She giggled and did as I asked. The only way you "touched up" a hand rubbed lacquer job like the one on the Packard was to try to match up the whole panel to the rest of the car. Even then it was almost.