Straight Female / 33
I Love Power Cars And So Does My Brother,
My brother was a car junkie and I learned all about cars while we grew up. I could tell the difference between an Aventador and a Murcielago, and knew what kind of power an 8 cylinder GT custom put out at the wheels. Cars made me get wet, really.
But I never got off on the drivers, old fat men. All the young men were driving beat up pickups and cars without windows. If I wanted to ride in a Lambo the only way to do it was to get sweet with an old man. And I wouldn't, couldn't do that.
I turned 18 and my brother got me as a birthday present a tour of the Lambo dealership. And included in it was a ride driven by the salesman. It was an off the cuff thing, but he talked his way into it. I got my ride, and a hand all the way up my thigh with it. First time ever someone got all the way to my pussy and I had to put up with it.
Now that I was a woman, all felt up and everything, I went off to college to study nursing. It's a family thing, like some houses all the women are teachers, in our family all the women are nurses. After graduation I got a job working for a pain doctor. So many old people. But he was young and successful and from time to time his hand went all the way up the back of my thigh and he got a handful of pussy. From time to time I helped him destress by sucking his balls empty. It's a nurse thing, making the doctor happy.
As I was looking out the window, bent over the examining table, I told him that one day I wanted to be with a man who owned a Lambo. Two seconds later he stabbed me and emptied his balls out. He turned me around and asked, a Lambo? What does a girl want with a Lambo? You couldn't drive it.
I had to explain, all nice and cuddled up to him, 'but you can buy a Lambo, it doesn't have to be new. Don't you want to make me happy?' Doctors are suckers, when it comes to making their nurse happy and he did buy a Lambo, an eight year old monster. He was right, I could not drive it. I could only sit it in it and look happy. The truth of truths is that he couldn't drive it either, not that there is anywhere where you can really drive it. But a Lambo is like an engagement ring, you buy your nurse one, and your getting married.
My brother has the Lambo now, he can drive it. I have a respectable SUV for the kids and all the stuff that comes with it. Dr Pain drives a respectable Lexus sedan. From time to time we take the Lambo out to take pictures, you know the nurse with cleavage over the hood of the Lambo. Well maybe not with cleavage showing, Dr Pain want that for himself. That's why he married me.
But I never got off on the drivers, old fat men. All the young men were driving beat up pickups and cars without windows. If I wanted to ride in a Lambo the only way to do it was to get sweet with an old man. And I wouldn't, couldn't do that.
I turned 18 and my brother got me as a birthday present a tour of the Lambo dealership. And included in it was a ride driven by the salesman. It was an off the cuff thing, but he talked his way into it. I got my ride, and a hand all the way up my thigh with it. First time ever someone got all the way to my pussy and I had to put up with it.
Now that I was a woman, all felt up and everything, I went off to college to study nursing. It's a family thing, like some houses all the women are teachers, in our family all the women are nurses. After graduation I got a job working for a pain doctor. So many old people. But he was young and successful and from time to time his hand went all the way up the back of my thigh and he got a handful of pussy. From time to time I helped him destress by sucking his balls empty. It's a nurse thing, making the doctor happy.
As I was looking out the window, bent over the examining table, I told him that one day I wanted to be with a man who owned a Lambo. Two seconds later he stabbed me and emptied his balls out. He turned me around and asked, a Lambo? What does a girl want with a Lambo? You couldn't drive it.
I had to explain, all nice and cuddled up to him, 'but you can buy a Lambo, it doesn't have to be new. Don't you want to make me happy?' Doctors are suckers, when it comes to making their nurse happy and he did buy a Lambo, an eight year old monster. He was right, I could not drive it. I could only sit it in it and look happy. The truth of truths is that he couldn't drive it either, not that there is anywhere where you can really drive it. But a Lambo is like an engagement ring, you buy your nurse one, and your getting married.
My brother has the Lambo now, he can drive it. I have a respectable SUV for the kids and all the stuff that comes with it. Dr Pain drives a respectable Lexus sedan. From time to time we take the Lambo out to take pictures, you know the nurse with cleavage over the hood of the Lambo. Well maybe not with cleavage showing, Dr Pain want that for himself. That's why he married me.
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