"She asked, "When can you get it fixed? How long?"He said, "I will call the parts store and if they have the distributorcap I can have it running with...n an hour or hour and a half."She said, "That will be wonderful."He got on the phone and said, "This is Elliot Johnson and I have aMazda Protege with a cracked distributor cap. Oh ya it is a 93 and themotor is a 2.0 liter I believe and no it doesn't have a turbo. Oh, youdo have a cap for this particular model. Good, good I should have itwithin 30. Other factors came into our search, of course; we were not looking for a tattooed truck driver with a big belly however many inches he might offer. We needed someone cultured and imaginative who would be interesting as a person as well as a stud. Older rather than younger. Which is how, after those months browsing, we chose Nils.Nils was a Danish businessman with his own export-import company. Having lived in Paris for many years, he spoke flawless French with only the smallest trace. “Do you have your daughter’s panties?” I asked, A pair of lacy panties pushed through the hole. I could see that they were cum stained but I also realized that they were my panties. The thought of where they had some from and who was giving them to me made me tingle with excitement. I looked back at the hole I saw a large cock push through. I moaned as my lips wrapped around the erect cock. I could taste the pre-cum flood my mouth.“Oh Fuck yes!” Groaned the voice that owned the cock.My mouth. "Oh sweetie, I need to clean you up somove your hands." I do as I am told. Mommy starts washing me up and evenstarts cleaning my tummy and chest as it gives me the chills leaningback on the bed laying down."Mommy that is good, I'm clean enough." I am laying back on my bedyawning and rubbing my eyes.I feel her continuing to clean me up ignoring me. "Oh stop it Kellie, Ithink I know when my little girl is ready to fall asleep." Mommy I'm not a little girl or any kind of girl." I see mommy.