Thread: A Different Kind of Girl (Tyr x Kandy4Daddy)

John was working in the garage on an old Pontiac GTO, as he had an interest in rebuilding and refurbishing old muscle cars. Standing over six foot by several inches, he was large man, now single after the death of his wife several years ago. John Simpson was a successful local businessman would sold his several years ago at the peak of the market, he now worked when he wanted to and as it struck him. Though only a few years past forty, he kept an active life, working around the garage, shop and property so he had yet to get that round chubbiness that came with age. Helping him on this hot afternoon project was his best friend George , an ex biker and rather knowledgeable mechanic. Theyd both know each other for since back in high school, and had done a lot of wild shit together, and still did when the urge came upon them, even with George still being married. So they worked on the car in the garage, trying to get it ready for the new transmission that was supposed to come today. In fact John heard his phone ring and looked to see if it was the part house, which it was. Upstairs in the house Mikey was with his girlfriend of several months Elisa they were supposedly supposed to be studying, but Elisa seemed to have more interest in fooling around than trying to get ready for the history test on Monday. It wasnt like they hadnt had sex, they had several days ago, and Mikey wanted to be with her, but they needed to get ready for this test. Plus Mikey didnt want to treat her like some sex object, that when the urge came upon him, he could just roll her over and fuck her. She was a nice girl, a good girl, and that wasnt how you treated a woman. Mikey loved her to death, and all the pent up energy she had was amazing, and without her he might still have be a virgin, saving it till he got married, cause that's what any decent guy did. Once in awhile shed try to push him or make some comment that made him blush, still he knew she was just kidding trying to get a reaction out of him, she didn't really have those kind of thoughts. They were in fact petting each other when he heard his cell phone go off and he saw it was his dad calling, from most likely the garage. John didnt want to bother the kid too much, especially if he was alone with a girl, it was just something men didnt do to each other, but he did need George and his son to go into town and pick up the transmission, as it needed at least two people to lift. He wasnt sure if Mikey was into the girls pants yet, but he hoped so the kid needed to get some balls and get laid on a regular basis. Maybe it was his old fashion way at looking at things, but if he had good-looking girl, you took care of business, thats what a real man did. John knew that he had even a harsher outlook on personal relationships. Call it primordial but he felt deep down that a woman true purpose was to serve her man, not as some slave, but a willing object for his gratification. Unfortunately in this day of the modern woman and feminism, there were so few woman like his dearly departed fuck slut wife Anna. Mikey turned to Alisa and let her know he was needed. Hey my dad needs me to go into town and pickup a transmission from the parts place, it will take about an hour or two, why don't you really study, and when I get back we can pick this up were we left off, how does that sound? My looked down at the hard on his pants where her hand had been rubbing.