'Hold that!', Mr Guy's voice was shaky.,'I'm trying, it's hard you know!!'I said.'I most certainly do know how hard it is!!', he giggled.I then felt h...s hands grip me above my waist, he positioned himself close to my throbbing bulge,his face opposite. His hands although gripping me to steady my position were also caressing my abs and chest in small circular movements. My cock was throbbing, stretching the thin fabric of my tight cotton yellow brief. I let it throb and stretch the fabric. Not bad considering the convertible would be worth at least 1000 when done and he'd have only 900 total invested, including the paint job for my car.Then we argued a bit about where to do the work, but I insisted that we do it in a barn at my place as there'd be more time for me to work on it, not to mention there were two cars to deal with. The next day, he had a wrecker bring both out to the farm and my dad was a little upset when he saw what I meant to do..."Pete, if you're gonna work on. ." She turned on the puppy dog eyes, and Heather mirrored them, "Pleeeeze?"Michael rolled his eyes, but roused himself to ask, "Where's Peter?"So, to make a long story short, I ended up meeting Karen Moffat and her son Peter. Karen was an older version of Kate -- bigger in all dimensions. She was overweight and had a big ass -- but she had a fine-looking set of soft jugs and dressed reasonably well. I decided that she rated a dick on sight. Peter was, as anticipated, hearing impaired. He got on. He twisted a knob to adjust the chair's throbbingHer pussy clenched hard and her head started bobbing"My dear Mrs. Claus, I don't mean to be brutal,But surely you see that resistance is futile.These days many icons have been recreatedNow it's your turn, yes your bimbo-hood's fated.But as destinies go, yours is no cause to grieveA bimboslut's happy, though sometimes naive.You'll be so very happy you can't help but giggleAnd so very horny you'll just want to wriggle!When we're done with you, you.