"Whatcha got, a small block 350 with custom dual exhausts?"Oh god, she knows cars too. A femme who loves football, can handle herself and can ID what'... under the hood. I find like one more thing like those about her and Sandra's crap is gonna be piled in the driveway while I run off with Sally to Ontario and get married.We got to my apartment in record time. I wanted to make sure we had 60 seconds or so to get to know each other before the second half started. To insure I stayed in her good. Jim, I again say it firmly. I like you and you are a very nice man. I have had a wonderful time tonight, but I will not cheat on my husband. The elevator reaches the fourth floor and the doors open. We walk hand in hand to my room. We get to the door. I turn to him. Thank you for dinner. It was a fun night. He puts his arms around me and kisses me again. This time I cant resist returning his kiss. His hand finds my braless left breast and firmly squeezes it through my thin silk blouse.. But even with such a miraculous product to hawk Mr. Buxley has a hardtime making his sales quota. Bob Hope was always good at playing thehapless shmoe who gets dumped on by fate (like in those "Road To" movies-Bing Crosby leaving with the girl they'd both been vying for, clearlyhaving won her affection while Hope is left trapped in some degradingsituation, his expression showing he pretty much expected this...) andhere he is in fine form. There is something awkward and untrustworthyabout him;. "I feel so full when you do that, Von. The friction is unbelievably pleasant," she mewed. "Your imposing manhood is more exciting than mother explained."I felt a slight shuddering along her walls when I stroked into her. The sass in her face pleased me. She circled her hips, making her own claims on me. Celine allowed me to keep surging into her with my hips, her head violently shaking side-to-side. I swallowed my feelings of pleasure, staring at my young lover experiencing her first.