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I don't know why I got involved.

I'm only paying for it when it's fixed.

The young Monteur wouldn't understand how attached I was to my car.

I had to explain to him that I got the car from my first lover.

And true memories connected to this car.

It's not just a car, it's much, much more for me.

That's right.

The boy understood me, and he continued to screw on my best play.

He even asked me for details.

What was it like back then and what we would have done in that car.

I was willing to tell him my adventures back then.

And that he would remind me of my first true love.

He was disturbed, but wanted to know more details.

All right, all right, all right, all right,. When, where and how.

50 years ago.

Then he started telling me lots of nice things.

That I would have held myself much better than this car and so on.

I was deeply charmed and I thanked you for the lovely compliments.

He was really cute, and I felt like he liked me.

Somehow he was into something older, but also experienced women.

I was sure of that.

He knew I was hot for him.

And he liked to feel me getting hornier and hornier.

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