She recalled how she’d gotten it hard and horny and finally he’d mounted her as his hands moved about her body. She remembered feeling it going in...her. And she recalled how she felt as the two made love that afternoon. Yes, she remembered it all. She smiled as she handled his manhood. Using her fingers at first she recalled palming it and stroking his softness. Yes, she thought as she remembered how it all went. She pictured it all as she went down on him and eased her lips and finally her. “Well, if you can’t see another possibility, then you deserve the torture,” she said from the stairs. I followed her up. If Gwen looked hot even standing bundled in a coat, she looked hot as hell with the robe swaying over her flexing butt. I followed that wagging tail as I had followed it so many times. I stamped on the stairs so she couldn’t claim to be surprised, but she didn’t look around. She went directly to our room -- well, her room now -- and turned on the light. When I was inside, she. Fuck me, fuck me please!” She was in the heat of another orgasm. This was it he thought. It's time to make her his in every way he could. He fucked her harder and faster. Her juices where squirting everywhere. He leaned down to her ear and whispered, "I want you to be mine for an eternity. I love you my Angel. I loved you the moment I smelled you're scent.” Before she had a chance to look back at him or say something back to him, he bit down on her neck. She let out another moan and had another. He told me that they frowned on long hair on guys in his old home town.Over the remainder of the school year, Dave and I pulled and rebuilt the engine. There were times we couldn't do much because I didn't have the money for parts or the machine shop. After graduating from high school my part time job turned to full time. Soon, I had the money to finish the engine and get the remaining parts I needed to finish the car."Well, I guess we're ready," I said as Dave and I stood near the car drinking.