”She sighed dramatically. “Oh, ok. But how are we going to explain my being here to your dad?”“We’ll figure that out later,” I said, kissi...g her. She kissed back, and when our tongues met, we both sighed a soft sigh of relief. “I missed you,” I whispered, kissing her ear lobe. Carrie’s breathing began to quicken. “Did you get any while I was away?”“Uh-uh,” she shook her head as I kissed down her neck, under her jaw. I felt her hands on the back of my head, urging me on. I loved the way she. “You have seconds to apologize to Larry for raping him, and anyone else in this room you might have abused. You’re going to die, no matter what, but at least die with a clear conscience, Grandfather,” I warned my grandfather, who I had hated for years, as he had warped my father.“No. I did nothing wrong. He enticed me to sin. It was his fault. Not mine that he teased me with that cute ass of his, tempted me to bugger him... , “ Grandpa Lloyd started to blame Larry, much to my parents’ disgust. He didn’t.”“Come on then,” he said as we marched into the shop.I followed along, not sure how she would react to my personal project, but knowing that it was inevitable anyway.Mike pulled the cover off the motorcycle and stood back.“Oh, my, that’s something,” she said, moving closer to examine it.“Once upon a time that was a pile of wreckage. Kyle must have spent a year putting it back together. You’ll notice the paint job and the inscription,” Mike said.“The color chosen for the bike was. " said Mrs. Mueller. I smiled. I moved my head from under the hood. I quickly looked around the car. Charlotte was still under the hood. Her big ass was sticking out from the right side of the car. My mouth dropped open. She had bent her tight shorts down to expose more of her amble flesh and her bikini bottom.I walked around toward Charlotte. I stopped next to her. She removed her body from under the hood. She smiled as she hand me a glass of cold lemonade. I took it from her small hand..