Unless I wreck again.”“Where?”“Blue Hell is having a local race so I have the Formula Ford ... and Dubbo for supermods.”“Have fun ... the ...irls are crewing?”“At Blue Hell ... the school boys at Dubbo.“What are you doing while I’m gone?”“Casting the new crankcase for the Pasco,” I said. “I might machine it too.”“Don’t leave my shop a mess.”Jim came through the gate.“G’day mate,” she said.“Day-ee.”“I’m off.” She rolled away.Jim watched her go. He sighed.“I hate to see her leave ... but I love to. I knew that she had both from when I snooped in her undies drawer. I fell back asleep, visions of nudity in my mind.I woke up a while later, glanced at the clock and calculated that I had plenty of time to relieve the pressure in my balls before she came home. And since Mom never walked into my room without knocking, I felt quite comfortable lying naked on my bed, my blood-filled dick in my right hand, which was flying up and down like a piston rod in a hot engine. My eyes were riveted to the. "On your knees," she said. I knelt down. She spread her legs and I was looking right between her thighs, seeing her pussy. I had told everyone yesterday about one of my strongest fantasies and desires - to be in exactly this position, on my knees by the toilet, with a woman about to use it - and me. I sat there and watched as she began to pee, a stream of her urine splashing into the water. Then the stream stopped. "Closer," she said. I moved my forward, my face now inches from her pussy. She. "But would you be ableto stay away from her if she did something aggressive? Do you find her attractive?" she asked. "Do you mind if I turn the light back on?" I asked. "No, why?" she asked. I turned the light back on and picked up the photograph of her and Jen together that was taken in the summer, that showed them bothto advantage, and showed it to her."Does this answer your question?" I asked. She looked at it and asked what my point was. I poked her inthe ribs and smirked at her and.