That comment seemed to fall on deaf ears.Momma undid the belt at the waist, and then unzipped the back of the dress. She shrugged her shoulders and th... dress fell forward catching on her massive breasts for a moment before falling to her waist.“Nice...” I commented indicating with my hand that I wanted to see more.She pulled the dress down. It slid down catching at her waist for a moment before it dropped down her thighs to around her ankles. She stepped out of the dress, picking it up and. He really had felt incredibly good in my hand. “What I started? I didn’t start anything! I was sleeping.” He nodded. “You were – and for the last several minutes you were also playing with my cock.” He reached down and squeezed himself obscenely. “It didn’t get like this all on its own.” “Bullshit! It did earlier while you were asleep.” He turned and gave me that crooked smile again, teasingly this time. “You were looking at my cock while I slept?” Nice going Charli, you idiot! That is. Find a dealer and call me."I walked out and noticed an old wrecker hooked up to the engine and the biggest indian I'd ever seen was jerking the engine, trans and transfer case out ... nothing unbolted ... just tore it out. If a wire hung up he cut it ... damn big bowie knife ... looked sharp too.Well ... if it wasn't totaled before ... it sure was now.He saw me looking, grinned and waved.Of course I waved back.All that rust water? I was never so glad I looked like an indian. I started walking. “You never told me to stop yesterday. Are you going to make me stop today”. I moaned softly. “Oh Trevor am so not going to tell you no. You know I want it”. He kissed my neck and then my ear. “Yes I know Anne” he whispered “you have been neglected for so long. Don’t fight it honey. Just go with the flow”. He hugged me and I could feel his erect cock pressing against me. My legs felt weak and I gripped the bench. I wanted him ever more than yesterday.“Do I have to ask what you want Anne” he.