I had a few best of the sixties albums.When I heard that music I could almost see my dad behind the wheel of his beat up old pickup. Him driving, me r...ding shotgun, on the way to one of the junk yards outside of town. My dad was a mechanic for one of the local mills. He kept their machines running. The job title down there was loom fixer.After his shift in the mill, he worked on the other mill hand's junkers. He kept them running with junk yard parts. It was how he made enough money, so that we. " What do you think of my buddy Steve here?"Her face visibly blushed in the firelight as she pondered how to answer, and at that moment I thought that she was the cutest girl that I'd ever laid eyes on. "He's nice." Nice", I repeated to myself silently as if her words were the kiss of death to any hope that I had of impressing her. I'm not sure what the answer that I was hoping for but "he's nice", was not it."My turn", continued the girl who'd just crushed my dreams with just a word. "Amy,. As I was bashing the bishop I saw my bedroom door open up slowly until it was fully open and my mother-in-law walked over and stood beside me at our bedside, my wife was out like a light and no idea as to what was happening. She had pulled on a short silk nightie which didn t hide very much of her pussy and no doubt her butt cheeks would have also been on show to. She quietly took my hand and motioned for me to follow her. She led me to her bedroom and closed the door, she then pushed me down. The school phoned and said that you'd been in some kind of fight and that you'd run away. Your head teacher sounded very angry. Are you in trouble?" I don't actually get a chance to reply to this as I start to wonder how long my mother will be able to go on for without drawing breath, "And I tried to call you but your phone was off and you didn't come home. Your friend Christian said he didn't know where you were either. And I was so worried and your father was up all night and he spent a long.