These damn mechanical injectors clog ... and the French and German monster hadn’t run in years. Cleaning the injectors worked. I contacted the facto...y and wheedled a single injector out of them. I know somebody who machines complete injectors for tractor pulls. For the sum of 25 grand for the first one and $2,190 per set of six thereafter, he built me injectors that fed a larger volume of fuel.“Don’t be surprised when the head blows off ... Okay?”The movies show a turret blowing straight up. Holding it back up to Alexis. A few seconds later through heavy breathing she managed to grab the phone. She pushed Staci away as she cleared her throat. "S..sorry mom.... I ... I stubbed my toe". She got herself back together as her orgasm quickly subsided. "Yes ma'am" she nodded closing her eyes. "Daddy's right here, want to talk to him?". She paused, "oh ok. I love you too, bye" she hung up and collapsed leaning against the table. A moment later she lifted herself off the impaling cock and. She took a seat next to him. ‘So what did you have in mind, Roger, now that everyone has seen us.’ Despite her contempt, her voice was syrupy again. ‘Should we just fuck on the bench here? How about on the sidewalk? Up against a tree?’ ‘I can’t wait forever for Julia,’ Roger blurted out. ‘I’ve waited three years adn I can’t wait any longer.’ Sandra sighed, looked away, looked at some of the men playing frisbee with their shirts off. She could see herself doing any one of them. Roger was full of. Bob Rice was manager of the Sporting Goods Department at March's. They all knew each other casually, nodding acquaintances. The store seemed like a large place, but if you worked there awhile, you became aware of everybody else that worked there. So when they stumbled into each other that night, it was like an unexpected meeting of old friends. They exchanged greetings much more warmly than they ever had at work. The spirit of the holiday was at work. It seemed Bob was there with a friend,.