“I didn’t think...”“Hush. I need to concentrate,” she snapped at me.In the old days, the Beetle was a rear engine, rear wheel drive, air coo...ed car. Not so the newer Beetles. She’d told me a bit about her precious car on previous trips and this was transverse mounted front engine with front wheel drive. Once she got it moving, she didn’t even pause at the intersection and swung into her drive and straight into the open garage without ever having touched the brakes until we were inside. She shut. Louis & a few more towns.America means mainly false blondes, BOOBS, moans. No-one can come without at least praying loudly .-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Professor Poet-PETER is an expert in Erotica. He knows the fast and simple trick to train them, to behave normal duriing any fuck.Professor Poet-PETER personally has all of them bend over his lap.. I haven't bought your Mom something this daring in the last three-four years - too tempting! Maybe she will get jealous or something. Besides, a young thing like you should also dress sexy. Very sexy." So you like it?" Even better on you."That brought some flush to my cheeks. "Speaking of it 'on me,' how did you get the size almost correct?" What do you mean by almost?" Dad roared in mock-indignation. "It's a perfect fit. You just better not try any exercising with those on, that's all!" Then. Now this was cool, climbing around theback I was able to get a good look in the cab.Uh-oh, I could hear Mom fast approaching, "GET OFF THAT THING" shesaid. I climbed off the dozer and back over the fence. Shaking her head, Mom turned me around "what am I going to do with you" she saidwith a look of despair leading me over to the picnic area. I didn'trealize it but had I rubbed into some thick nasty grease while climbingthe dozer. I had grease on the back of my pants and shirt, a lot.