Old race trophies sat on shelves covered in dust and cobwebs and cluttered with countless other items. A few crates had been moved hastily aside to ho...se what now sat just inside the garage door.I took one look at her and I was instantly smitten by her charms. I wanted nothing more than to be inside of her. She had an elegant backside, with a gentle curve, she was dressed all in red with an aggressive stance, big, thick rear tires and a set of aluminum wings like an automotive angel.I whistled. We used to look a lot alike. I take a 38C bra and she takes a 40D bra. As I remember, she doesn't have a lot of pubic hair either. Never did. Naked you can tell we are sisters in every way. Only our pussies are different.” “Different in what way?” I asked. “Until I married you, I used to let my pubic hair grow wild. You taught me to shave it off and it feels so much better and cooler now. When you look at my pussy, everything is tucked away nice and neat. My inner lips are out of sight. . That incident and his mother’s stupid refusal to let him go to the bathroom had taught him to ignore pretty much everything that came out of her mouth. It had also taught him that grown ups can be ridiculously stupid at times. But this was different. This was his father and Jack dreaded the thought of disappointing him. Jack wiped the palms of his sweaty hands against his pants and cleared his throat quietly. He took a step forward and said, ‘Dad?’ His father looked up from the papers. ‘Yeah,. He took my hand and we went to his car. He told me he only lived a few blocks away. When we got to his house he put on a pron video and asked me to get undressed. I only had on a dress that day and took it off. He looked at me, naked, and told me I was a very beautiful girl. That made me blush. This man then asked me to follow him, and I followed him into his bedroom. He had me lay down and he kissed me and fondled me and then he did something else ... he went down on me. I asked him what he.