I thought he had superhero vision. He would see ripples on the car panels that looked perfect at first for me. On closer inspection, I started seeing ...hem as well. I learnt to bolt body panels back on the chassis like they had never been removed. For weeks I would rub down a bonnet and respray it. Rub it down again then respray it again. I would do this until I had the perfect finish. Then I would spend a whole day until it was perfectly aligned when I bolted back to the car.The day I was going. “Oh, hey sweetie. What’s up?””Hey Az. Not much.”“I made coffee if you want some.” He sat back on the end of the couch and lite a cigarette.“No thanks. I don’t drink coffee.” I plopped on the other end of the sectional sofa. We talked for about 10 minutes.“So, Az, are you done with that cigarette yet? Because I really want to tackle you.”He chuckled a little at this. “By all means, do what ever you want to me.”I lunged at him and straddled his lap. He ran his hands up and down my back as I. My hips raised off the bed to press harder into her pussy as she worked my cock. ‘I love fucking you’ she said as she began to move her hips. She began a slow rhythm, expertly working my cock in and out of her pussy. I could feel her soft wet walls tightening and releasing around my cock. Our mouths fell open as the intensity her motions increased. Our bodies began to pound together and lift apart in growing strength and speed. Mel’s breaths were punctuated with groans of pleasure. I lifted. "Do you know what he told me, Ken? Can you guess what he said?"I didn't know how to respond. "No, I can't." He used my hair to pull my face away from his and said 'What's the matter? Don't you like me?' Then he threatened me. He said, 'I don't like cockteasers. You're not one of them, are you? You got a nice mouth - a real nice mouth. I've been thinking how nice it would be to have those lips of yours wrapped around my dick. Wouldn't that be nice?'.I was appalled he would say something like.