Old car Stories

We had attended the works event together. I had bought Barbara some open-crotch panties, and she wore a very low-cut bra along with a short front fastening skimpy dress. Eyes had been on her all evening, the guy's eyes that is, and there was no shortage of guys asking her to dance. I encouraged her to flirt and plied her with drinks, which flowed from the free bar. I could see from the position of her dress that many hand...

It’s funny what a love for running can lead to. For most of my life, I was a certified couch potato. In my twenties, I would have laughed in the face of anyone who suggested going out for a friendly jog. That term was an oxymoron, I’d point out, like jumbo shrimp or only choice. There was nothing friendly about jogging. At best, it was a waste of time. At worst, it was some twisted, masochistic ritual that required specia...