My mom hates it; she wanted me to change before we came here." Well, I'm glad you didn't." I laughed lightly and she giggled.Liz really was very prett.... Just under 5 feet tall, with wavy brown hair falling around her shoulders. The top she wore, which was some kind of stretchy material, black and red and punkish, just covered her barely developed breasts, exposing her little round tummy and narrow waist. The soft baby fat on her hips was nice too, I thought. The skirt she wore, short and black,. I wouldn't hurt a fly."Anne led us around the massive garage, showing us all the various stations for customizing and repair."Are all your employees female?" asked Vonda.She nodded. "I've trained them all myself. Best 'cycle mechanics in the Northwest." Where did you find them?" They're mostly runaways. I found them at the train or bus station, or the airport." Not all of them can have the talent to be mechanics," said Vonda."Some don't," admitted Anne. "The artistic types work in the paint. I am trembling, struggling to stay on my feet that are now spread and planted firmly on the shower tiles. Creed tells Tony, “Fuck, is she sexy or what?”Tony smiles, nods and says, “Turn around, Creed, and give me your little little man pussy.”While they fuck, the egg vibrates inside me, and I am bent over against the wall, writhing and cumming like a freight train. I can't get the vibe out. Everything is too wet — too slick — so I desperately try to find the button on the braid around Creed's. I was absolutelyshattered!We took turns in the shower, I went in first and I was still trying to getmy hair dried when Matthew emerged from the shower, dried off in a fewminutes, put on a pair of boxer shorts, jogging pants and a t-shirt, thena pair of socks and running shoes. I was so envious he was dried anddressed while I was standing there towel drying my long blonde and pinkhair. He kissed me gently on the way past, leaving me alone to getdressed. I finally had my hair dried and brushed.