She hurriedly dressed and drove over to George’s. She let herself in and crept to the living room. She could see he was watching the same movie.Lucy...waltzed into the living room and stood in front of the sofa with her hands on her hips. ?Well, well, what do we have here??George hurriedly zipped up his pants and turned off the television. ?Lucy, what are you doing here??Lucy smiled at George’s awkwardness. ?The question, George, is what are you doing here? Does Cindy know what you do while she’s. She'd resisted it, but also, had been strangelyexcited by it. It was like being chased... and captured. She tingled atthe thought. She'd been so out of control, so helpless. Something in herresponded to it even now. She warmed all over, feeling wet and aroused,remembering the tone so clearly.In fact, it had been so clear, so memorable, so penetrating that she hadno difficulty at all bringing back the sensations it caused. Sheremembered it tickling that spot beneath her right ear, and the. She wouldn't go down on me. In our older years my wife had turned into a prude: Sex at night only, lights out, under the covers, no anal, no oral. She would still get on top from time to time, but that was the only variety I would receive. I didn't really want to step out on my wife nor did I want the complexity of having to deal with another woman ... but ....I really longed for a warm mouth on my cock & balls. My thought, I could use this woman to blow me whenever I wanted and at the same. Louie grabbed the throttle cable and gave a couple of sharp tugs, spooling up the engine with a ferocious growl. This engine was an absolute beast. Sure, I had a Mustang with a 390, but this Chevy 358 was built to race, and it was a sharp piece. Plus, the car weighed maybe 1,500 pounds. The power to weight ratio was insane.Louie made a quick adjustment to make the engine idle a touch faster, then told me I could climb out. I unbuckled and climbed out the top of the frame. I pulled my helmet off.