Her hair was different. And she'd done something to her mouth, her lips were full and red, and kinda moist looking. She'd done something to her eyes, ...oo. And she was wearing high heels. Her legs were fabulous ---she was either dressed to go out or -- for me? I'd wait and see. She didn't go out. My cock was roaring.Lunch was all right. It was fine, but I had to force it down. All I could think about was her. I wanted her so bad I could hardly breathe, and she didn't help! She kept floating. It would be an expensive major project to be more accurate. The best I can offer at this point is to have one of our people evaluate it and give you a ballpark estimate. It will depend on just how detailed and accurate you want this restoration to be." I understand. When I talked to your father, he suggested that since it wasn't destined to be a show car, there were some ways to keep the cost from becoming excessive. We ... my family ... want the car to be driveable. Something we can take out. I had instructed her to shower and put on clean clothes. I had also instructed her to use the bathroom just before heading over, I didn’t want her nervously needing to pee soon after arriving. I had also instructed her to have her hair tied up so it was out of her face, in a ponytail for example.I was wearing my usual attire, trousers with a black leather belt and a shirt.I sat nervously, glancing at the clock. I have quite a large front room with a large bay window looking out onto the front. I suck and lick you till you moan in pleasure. I feel your balls tighten, but I dont want that yet. My pussy is wet and I want you inside me. Quickly slipping out of my clothes, I get up on the table and straddle you. You run your hands over my boobs and tweek my already hard nipples. I lean forward to let you rub your face in them as I slide your hard cock easily into my dripping pussy, feeling you fill me makes me want to cum already. Your breathing quickens as you feel my pussy muscles.