And it's more important than anything else I want to talk about. We already know that no one man can handle you, and I don't want to share you. No mat...er what we do, someone's going to be unhappy."She rolled onto her back, keeping her head in my lap (how did she do that, in my little Datsun? It had bucket seats, for God's sake!) and started to gently masturbate, using my fingers. "I've thought about that, a lot, the last couple of days. I can't think of anything better than this, what we've got. As she entered the shower, she turned and bent backwards, allowing her hair to get wet and continued to apply her shampoo, rinsing and then putting in her conditioner. Applying her soap to a louffa, she washed herself. Lathering her still perky breasts, then hiking a leg up on the corner and gently going over her shaven puss. While rinsing off she remembered the scenes that flashed in her head, she lay back in a swing like contraption, her husbands face in between her soft thighs, eating her. O'Malley, except that he had recently arrived from Australia. He had joined the Rabbits shortly after arriving in San Francisco. He had been quiet for a couple of weeks, but had suddenly challenged for leadership of the Rabbits. The resulting knife fight had left the former gang leader cut up so badly that he was hardly recognizable, while O'Malley hardly had a mark on him. This resulted in O'Malley being held in considerable awe and no little fear. He ran the Rabbits with an iron hand and. ‘The shop does restorations, engine swaps, and custom work on legitimately owned client cars at a handsome profit. Labor charges are high, as they should be for this level of craftsmanship. The equipment is expensive, but because of the dismantling operation, many parts cost nothing. The necessary new parts and materials for projects are paid for by profit from this part of the shop.’ ‘What do you do with the used stuff you don’t need?’ Amelia wondered. ‘Used parts are like gemstones and.