“Can I stop by and take a look later today?” “Sure” he said. The rest of the day, during all my classes, all I could think about was this truc.... Right after school I got in Dave’s car, an 83 Camaro IROC (he had a really nice car) and he drove me to his dad’s shop. He walked me in the open garage bay, past a brand new Audi S-10 that was being customized. He walked me over to a door wich led down a hallway in to an office. I walked in and a man that looked a lot like Dave was sitting behind a. Somewhere in the embarrassment we discussed our problems. I spoke about my sex life, or lack thereof at home. She spoke of her husband doing the classic bang his secretary thing. I spoke about being less of a man, while she less of a woman. We both were desperate enough to read and place ads online to find a partner to scratch the itch.Christine chuckled at her sister's change in character. "Damn, in high school she must have blown a dozen guys, and now she won't suck your cock? That's amazing.. You are gorgeous, baby. You really are!!" Her cheeks flushed and with her hands behind her back, she shyly wiggled like a Japanese schoolgirl."Come on baby, turn around, and let me see you from all sides. Pose for me. Wow, my private super model!" I was kind of stunned by her appearance. She was always beautiful, but she hsd outdone herself in dressing up. Everything she was wearing accentuated her incredible body shape. The tight mini-dress showing her hourglass shape, the sheer black. “Come on…” he trails off, his eyes not moving from me. “…let’s take a break.” I stop typing, giving it some thought. “…Just for a little bit.” His puppy dog eyes burn through my soul.“Ugh, alright alright,” I moan, raising my arms to the sky and stretching out my joints. “What do you want to do then?” He pauses for a moment as if he’s thinking of what to say next.“We could lay down and watch something on my phone if you want…” he suggests, waving his phone. “I don’t have a TV in here, so we.