Since it was free, I borrowed some of my father's leftover paints and mixed them to make a gray/pinkish colored new paint job. The end result was more...pink than I'd hoped it would end up being. Other than that freakish color, I was very satisfied with how the car I'd finally ended up with looked.I parked it up front and on the side of my father's body shop, with a for sale sign on the wind shield. Nothing much happened for the first three days I'd left it there, but on the weekend, two girls. He now commands us both to get up & tells us, “We’re having a little party tonight at a friend of ours house. We want you both to come and your going to wear this dress Sherry, nothing else. Do you understand?” She hesitates. “If you don’t, you’ll wish you did!” Both men now get up, and without saying another word, put their clothes on & leave.Sherry looks at me, “Did you enjoy your wife getting ****d & you doing nothing?” “Are you serious?”, I return, “I saw the tape. You sure looked like you. He dressed slowly, and afterwards checked himself in the mirror. He scarcely believed what he saw: a man at one time on top of the world reduced to a sickly shape, his hair tangled, his face unshaven, his body flabby, his stomach hanging over his waistline. The sooner he died the better.Preston stepped into the bathtub and swung his leather belt over the shower arm: a long, thin pipe that connected water to the showerhead. The question was, did he have the nerve to do such a thing? Did he have. I pushed my hands into the back of her panties and firmly grabbed hole of her buttocks, my fingers pushing deep into the crack between them. I pulled her against my groin, at the same time arching my hips forward. She pulled her mouth from mine and gasped. My God, you making me wild she said, still gasping. Im going to make you much wilder still I said, releasing the pressure and reaching forward. I slowly pulled her panties down to her knees. Then I reached up and pulled her skirt down. She.