“Oh, just the car and probably any tires we have to remount. You’ll wash the car Sundays, and we’ll do some maintenance. Then we’ll prep it ag...in each Saturday,” grandpa answered my concern.“I need to buy one more thing before next weekend,” grandpa admitted.“What’s that?”“A lighter weight jack,” he admitted, pointing to the old steel floor jack we’d been shoving around the floor for a couple of months. “That one won’t do at the track.”I was all for it. That thing was heavy as hell.“What else?”. She was breathing very hard and her face was beet red... Now hunny I want you to be working on my pussy when Betty comes through the door. Rachel kept working on my pussy and I kept my legs wide and placed both my hands on the cushions of the couch so that my ass was on display and that Betty could have that perfect view. On your knees baby and show me just how far you are will to go you’re your tongue poking in the hole that waste come from. She was going faster and harder. I pushed my ass. Much like my mom. But all these years I had never thought the day would come that I was fucking her and draining my balls in her. I mean I am 24 with a girlfriend and fresh out of college and Helen is 48 with a son my age and a husband, a big athletic husband that I would think would be banging her brains out every day. The next morning I awoke to Helen riding my hard cock. I quickly filled her full of spunk and had to go get ready for my interview. We met up later in the day and went straight. “Well,” began Sandy, “There are ways that a cheerleader can motivate a football player that aren’t covered real well in cheer camp. I am talking about promising to give him a little if he does well and we win the Big Game.” Sandra had now finished drying her feet and was slipping into a little skirt sans panties. I had dressed with her often enough to know that she wouldn’t be putting on panties later. I guess she considered it a time saving mechanism given her lifestyle.“Sandra!” I exclaimed..