Family Four-Play

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“I wouldn't mind running my old dipstick into her tank,” said the mechanic wistfully. He idly stood and wiped the grease off his hands as he ogled the young blonde waggling her ass across the used car lot. “Yeah, I know what you mean, Jim,” answered Donald Munday. “I can feel my friend just dying to take a plunge into her tank. And the rest of the chassis isn't too bad, either. Look at the way her ass swings when she walks.” “And don't think she doesn't know it, either. I wonder if she's half as good-looking from the front.” The mechanic heaved a deep sigh. “I'm going to find out.

Rank has its privileges, you know, and owning this entire place certainly has to be one of them.” “Better head off that horny new salesman you hired a couple days ago. I bet he's already homing in on her.” Don looked and saw that the mechanic was right. He wasted no time in going over and cutting the hired help out. Don even had to suck in his breath when he got a good look at the girl's face. It was as beautiful as the hind view of her had promised. The honey-blonde hair fell in soft waves outlining her face. The way she used makeup told him she had to be a model or an actress. The eyelashes were perfect, the eyes superbly lined in, the lip gloss applied with loving care. He wondered if it smeared. He wondered if he would get a chance to find out. “Good afternoon. In the market… for a car?” he asked her. “Ummm, yes,” she cooed. The voice was soft, intimate, a wet dream. He wondered if she always talked this way or if she was coming on to him already. He hoped it was the latter. “A lovely lady like you must be after one of our larger models. Perhaps one like this.” As she turned, he fought to keep his prick from making a betraying bulge in his pants.

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