None of us could speak, none of us knew what to say, it’s a situation you can’t practice for. Finally Shelly sort of grunted, she took one step aw...y from the bed. As we parted I noticed the covers had fallen off Claire, her naked body visible to Shelly in the low lit bedroom. Shelly looked like she was trying to move but couldn’t. as if something had her trapped beside the bed. I felt Claire move, she pulled at the covers, pulling them over herself. Shelly gasped, Claire had pulled the covers. This car really wasn't meant for the casual street driver, but intended for serious racers. That was a lot of money, a lot of serious money in 1963, the year I bought her new. But, in 1963, I already had a lot of money, so I could afford her and her insurance. I was also twenty three and loved fast cars. Yet today, I still get a wet spot in my panties when I think about that car! I'm wet now.Anyhow, back to Route 66 and New Mexico. My ultimate destination was California, but I had to get to. She sat there and I came behind her on the bed.I put some oil on my palms, applied on her forehead, and started massaging slowly and rhythmically. From forehead, slowly I proceeded towards her neck and shoulder past her ears. I was applying adequate pressure at sensitive points to make her excited.After 10 minutes of head and shoulder massage I asked her to lie on bed facing downwards. She lied on the bed; I made her to part her legs apart and came between her legs from back. I then unhooked. His come hot inside me, his hard cock throbbed, ejaculating. I squeezed his cock using my cunt muscles, holding him hard, feeling his erection fade. Gary’s club was busy, although it was mid afternoon. We were usher into his office, past the topless barmaid, past the stripper on the stage twirling on her pole. Mike had driven us, Suzie and me. Heads turned as we had walked through, and so they should, as our hips swayed. “Thanks for coming,” Gary said. He looked us both up ad down, like the.