I literally started to drool as he withdrew his rapidly hardening cock and proceeded to stroke it.I slowly pulled the plug from my hungry hole and pla...ed it on the side table next to him like it was his trophy. I bent over in front of him, arched my back, fully displaying my gaping hole for him and presented myself for his taking. I took one long, last look over my shoulder at Uncle Frank and positioned my well-oiled pussy just above his stiff, girthy manhood. I gave him a little wink before. On the dash, stuck behind the bezel of the air speed indicator was a black and white photograph of a pretty young girl. I snapped another picture before leaning in to check it out. It was one of those old fashioned photos with the white trim and serrated cut edge, I recognized the style of photo as similar to what my mother had in her scrapbook when I was a kid. I thought it most likely had come from one of those old Kodak Brownie small black box cameras that it seemed like everyone had at one. Anyway, when I got back, I needed wheels so I bought a used ’67 Mustang.’ ‘A pony car.’ ‘You bet! I had so much fun in it. Great car, great for a young guy. I loved that car. I had dice hanging on the rear-view mirror, all that crazy stuff. Fat tires, loud.’ ‘And what happened to it?’ asked Marshall. He could see a possible drift to the conversation. ‘I kept it for 10 years, then when I started making a better living in real estate I moved up. Real estate guys need to look the part. I switched. I know what to do; but for now let’s stop. I have a special St. Patrick’s Day gift for you, I’ll be right back. I took my large purse I had brought with me and went to the back bedroom. I came out wearing my best Victoria Secrets Dark green satin negligee with matching green bra and panties and a pair of thigh high green nylons. I had drawn a shamrock in green lipstick on my inner thigh. I said “Happy St. Patrick’s Day, I’m your present for the night”. Maureen was naked sitting on the couch and.