As we went out the door I told her to wear the sexiest thing she owned next time. We went back to my house and straight to my computer to look for mor... things we could do with Mrs. Davis next time. Thursday we went straight to her house. After I rang the bell one time the door opened. There stood Mrs. Davis in a sexy pink Baby doll nightie with matching panties. You could see that they were crotchless. She let us in and shut and locked the door behind us. She did not look real mad this time but. Your voice caresses my body as gently as I imagine your hands. But this isn’t your typical message. “Be ready by eight,” you say and hang up. It's 6:30 and I have no idea what I am getting ready for, especially since we have never met and you shouldn’t know where I live. I don’t know whether to be excited or scared. Perhaps, it is my recent break up causing my curiosity, but I find myself incredibly aroused. Since I have no idea what is going to happen, I decide I will get ready as if I was. If this fails…… swear again and have a cigarette. Extricate the loosened starter motor from the amazing tangle of fuel pipes, heater hoses, brake pipes and other assorted and as yet undefinable ‘bits’ of the engine. Get it jammed a couple of times and realise that you have to unfasten the other two wires off it before it will come out. Unfasten the two wires and lift the starter motor out. Compare the two starter motors. Swear when you realise that the one you were gonna fit has a terminal. All I had to do was set it up so that they could both serve my lover Jackson and I. After at least a half hour of fucking, Jackson pulled out of his wife and motioned for him to come closer. He looked funny as hell wobbling on those high heels and resembled a classic white sissy slut in his outfit of women’s cheap lingerie, flat ass, pale skin, matted wig, and trashy red lipstick. I pushed his head down on Jackson’s cock and made him clean up his wife’s twat juices and the cum my lover had left.