Erotic Blog: Naughty America Vip rushed for the elevator and headed for the garage. My 1965 mustang was like me-vintage and in mint condition. I wasn't sure about Max he was young enough to my son, and it had been a long time since any one had made me feel desired. I was about to punch my ticket at the gate when he stepped in front of my car. The bouquet of roses he held was white and yellow and at least three dozen. I leaned over and open the door.
