. in 1955 ... sounded pretty good to me.I have to quit buying the cars I would have loved to have in my first life.I mused a bit. Knowing what's comin... is great.I had a 1951 Mercury two door deluxe. It was being turned into the cruiser rod of cruiser rods. Chopped and channeled, the Merc was going to get a '57 Hemi engine first and a 426 with the A833 4 speed as soon as it came out.There was a 1955 chebby just waiting for the coming 302 ... the Z28 302. Grace is not the only one to want a '57. And there she was, my wife. Sucking big hard cock. No, not a stranger. It was my son. My wife gave our son a blow job, on the sofa, in the living room of our family home. I was paralyzed. Not able to move. My eyes widened. My jaw nearly dropped down to the floor. Next to the shattered remains of the groceries that just dropped out of my hands. And the other two, they just kept on going. They must have heard me. But no reaction.The sound of a cock sliding down a throat filled the room. She took. My Mistress stood for a little in thought; then, without ceremony,She turned and walked back to Her desk. I followed Her meekly around the enormousdesk to where She pulled out Her luxurious 'Executive' chair from the largekneehole it had been pushed into. She let go of my leash and, unbidden, I walkedinto the large space below the desk and curled up on the floor. She sat, rolledHer chair forward on its castors, and placed Her feet upon my flank. I laythere in perfect contentment, listening to. Honestly I was enjoying her company after long time. Then while all this she was looking to me in a different way. Then again we were discussing she wants to conceive, but it’s not possible for her husband to do without sperm donor. She asked me to help her, she was wearing a nice denim shirt and jeans. I really like her long hairs, which makes me attractive to her. She holds my hand and asked to help for sperm and she started crying, which made me sensitive. In the meanwhile I was consoling.