Every few days Miles went by to deliver a part, or just to look at the motor and maybe have the mechanic explain how something worked. It had been an ...xpensive build, but Miles had expected that. His main concern was reliability. He felt like he had it ready by the time summer came. He spent all of May riding it around town, when he wasn’t working to pay for his latest parts order. Then toward the end of the month he began converting the sidecar to a trailer. He removed the seat and had the top. “I’m done with it.” He offered it.I threw it away and stomped to the LINK stop.About an hour before my work shift ended the phone rang. “Mom, there are movers here. They claim they were hired to take our couch away.”Fucking hell. That’s what Terry charged against our credit! I hadn’t had time to check the bank’s log of card purchases. Then I thought, without a couch, Terry might be less likely to invade our home. “Check the walkway. If you don’t see Terry, let the men take it.”“Uh, okay.” Stace. OK, if you're going to experiment, then it's OK to keep it secret. But if you're going to be 'dating', or getting serious, then I'm going to want to discuss your 'intentions concerning my daughter'," he said, glancing at each of the girls."How about if we all agree we're in a committed relationship with each other, even if some of us aren't interested in the others sexually?" Erica asked, suddenly sounding like one of the more mature girls.David lay back on the couch, not actively sighing in. I loved it. The size was such a turn on I had produced a puddle of precum in my trousers. My balls tingled and there seemed a chance I might cum. He pulled out and stepped back. “I don’t want to cum just yet. Its so easy to get carried away when I thrust in that deep.”He slowly masturbated as he stood there. I was red-faced and wet with spittle. “Would you mind hitting me with it?” I enquired.“Slap your face you mean?”“Yes please Sir.”“very well. Yes I will.”He walked up to me and taking his.