Taking her hand I placed them on the hood and told her open them.She screamed then pulled me into a huge hug. “Chris, when did you get this?”I tol... her how I had bought it last night. “After all, we do need another car. Otherwise people are going to realize you come to the shop all the time, and never seem to leave. Then you are seen with Bo, come here, then appear at the shop. Now, you can drive this back and forth, and anywhere else you need to go. The car is in your name, this is your car.. Grace leaned back in her chair and relaxed. She let her legsstretch out and fall open. I was able to see her crotch and could seethat she, too, was very wet. I was not so bold as to ask her why. Ionly hoped it was me. If it wasn't, I didn't want to know. She wasvery wet though. I was feeling very vulnerable at the moment and,consequently, remained quiet.Absentmindedly, almost without thinking, I removed one of her boots andbegan massaging her foot. Grace acted as though she expected me. At the time Pieter and I were in our last year at school and were 17 when it happened. I’m quite a short guy and have the build of an amateur rugby player. I have brownish-blondish hair and blue eyes. I have an average size penis as does Pieter, but it's good all the same. Pieter’s a little taller than me but not much. He is extremely skinny, has green eyes and has brown hair. The event happened when we decided one night to have a small drinkathon between the two of us at his house. I arrived. "Umm Sara... Is it okay if I come to bed now? Or do you need a few minutes?" Came my fathers voice. Holy shit! Busted finger fucking myself by my dad... In the bed we were about to share!I stumble to find words... "No it's okay" I blurted out.My father climbs on his side of the bed quickly and turns his back. That was extremely awkward but I was soo damn horny I didn't really care. What I did care about was getting myself off. I waited until I heard my fathers breathing become heavy before.