"I'm proud of you boy!" Rod laughed putting out his arm for Kelly to hold. "May I?" Thank you, kind sir." Kelly teased with a fake, southern accent, s...ipping her tiny arm through his. "You have a very nice place," she said looking up to the giant man beside her, trying to remember if he was in today's game. "Did you play today? I don't remember seeing you." Kelly asked with a weak smile, hoping that she didn't offend the giant man.Rod smiled down to Kelly as he led her to the bar. "Thank you.. As the nut comes off the bolt….. drop the spring washer in your hair. Although this is optional if I recall. Get out from under the car. Try to do this without banging your head on the bull-bar. 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. He took me in his arms and danced with me, waltzing me around his hardwood floor. I kept hunching my hips forward, eager to feel the hard lump in his trousers rub deliciously against my burning pussy. Despite his obvious desire for sex. Matt didn't rush a thing. He was clearly the master of the show. When the song ended, he kissed me. Not the usual mother/son peck on the lips, a long, lingering passionate kiss that had my pussy bubbling with lust for him. He slithered his tongue into my mouth.. And I was so going to fuck him!.. In fact as a precaution I had already swallowed a birth control pill earlier..Tell me your name..I say as my breathing quickened.. Because never before had a man sliced his hands between my legs like that to open them up before!..And I was slowly being backed up against a wall.. My hands now deft on his manly scented sweaty clothing he was loosening his own belt buckle..Touch me baby!.. He groaned..His lips now resting in the small of my shoulders..I felt his.