Anything.We pulled the car into the barn and onto the blocks—a pair of short ramps that raised the front end up about a foot.“We gotta drain the o...l first. Did you get oil for it?”“Are you kidding? The way it’s been dripping oil, I bought a case and put it in the trunk,” she laughed.I handed her a pair of coveralls and she looked at me strange.“Your Pop said you had to fix it. I’ll show you how.” She pulled them on over her shorts and one of those tops that ties in front. That was reason enough. The ridiculously tiny white bikini panties she wore just about covered her slit, even her labia peeked out from either side of it, but she wore it proudly under the mini loin cloth tied loosely around her hips and her bountiful breasts jiggled under the skimpy tee shirt with every step."Christ but you look good enough to eat" I told her, "Let's go back to bed"But she wasn't having any of it,"You can fuck my brains out every day and twice on Sundays when we get back" she giggled, "And I hope you. ’ ‘Dorothy, this is Louise. How are you?’ ‘I’m fine. As a matter of fact, I’ve never felt better,’ Dorothy said brightly. ‘I’m calling to find out how everything went on Sunday,’ Louise said. ‘Didn’t Steve tell you?’ Dorothy asked. ‘I mean, after all, you set it up, didn’t you?’ ‘Of course I did. I just wanted to hear it from you,’ Louise replied. ‘Dorothy, where can we meet, say, for lunch? I have something I want to talk over with you.’ Dorothy seemed hesitant, but finally said, ‘How about. I knodded and let her slide out of my arms. She turned towards the interior of her home. Then she put my arms around her waist and, still gyrating her big ass into aching dick. She led me into the living room area and we stood over her coffee-table for a moment. She went through her handbag. Bending over the coffee-table as she did. I stooped down behind her as she took out the weed and begand rolling a joint. I then lifted her dress up and over her ass and saw her pale, big, bubble-butt in a.