" Thanks." You'll have to get her a present, but you don't have long if the partyis on Saturday." Yeah, maybe. There is one other favour I need to ask...though." Oh, what's that?" Can I borrow one of your dresses?!" I beg your pardon?!" It's a costume party, you know where everyone...." I know what a costume party is Robert! So everyone goes dressed asBatman or Spiderman or a footballer or a banana or something, surely?" Right, yeah usually. Except a few of the guys have decided, just for abit of. God damn it, it was just getting good. I grumbled and began driving. I’d been sat at the red light, letting my mind wander as the last rays of daylight faded over the horizon. Lost in fantasy, again. Frankly, I’d spent most of my life in fantasy. It was more fun. It was more exciting. And… it let you live out your What Ifs. Sometimes, though, that wasn’t a good thing. Sometimes it left you hurting even more.And speaking of fantasy, I thought, I was about to drive past a place that made it. His memory of this day was that it had happened around noon in late October of 1973 and that the weather was colder than usual for that time of year.The ‘Normandy Metallic Blue’ 1968 Cadillac Coupe De Ville was weaving its way northbound towards the intersection. It wasn’t speeding, just slowly meandering from side to side. Tim stopped to watch it. Benny, his mind on sex, wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings.Tim, Benny, and the Cadillac all reached the intersection at about the same. Spank her…..first..ooh.. Slowely and then little hard..she was..ooh..sir… Jumping……in that act..she tried to hold my tighs….her hand reached on my fully hard penis….she got electric shock first…but then..again..she put her hand on tip of my long hard dick….i spank her more hard and her hand pressed my dick….i was in heaven…..but then i stopped her spanking…..she said..sir.. You hit me very hard….its burning here and she bent in front of me….exposing her…buttocks…close..to my face..i felt like.