What a little cupcake. I was alone with my convertible as Mom was at work. We embraced and held each other tight as my cock started to grow. Okay, thi... would have to wait. I gathered her luggage and we set out for the house.Wynter said, "Lowry, you're looking good. It's so funny that we both are such gingers. It's fun, really." I could just agree not yet letting her in on the family secret. We arrived at the house about two o'clock. Mom wasn't supposed to be home until after six. We always ate. When he was on top of her softness and deep in her, they shared their first kiss. His tongue was soon keeping time with his cock as he pierced her at both ends. Not a dozen strokes and her cunt was tightening around him. The spasm was like an earthquake under him and hot lava around him.Afterward, she had pulled against him when he had moved down his body. He rested, though with his head immersed in her immense cleavage. “Yeah,” she’d said and pressed her softness to both sides of his face.. Feeling so lonely, I went downstairs in the darkness. Then a strong hand grabbed my shoulder and made me turn around.After being almost frightened to death by that black intruder, I began yelling at him to get out, crying and screaming loud in the middle of the night…Then the burglar`s efforts ceased in being about stealing her possessions and I think he became more concerned in enjoying my mature body…Grabbing me by my curly hair, the fastest way to get me be quiet was to stuff my yelling. The work was exhilarating but involved long and lonely hours. Harding and Francine found other common ground later during the nights. There were no clashes then, their passionate exhilarations converted to dear mutterings and shouts of delight. Harding gave Francine the nickel tour, pointing out the cars on-track, boasting of their proven capabilities and explaining the problems yet to be solved. The newest sportster model waited prepped at the trackside pit. That was the car Francine had come.