As a line of ants in countless colors, appeared cars on the winding road leading to my small town. Telepathy puts a unique agreement. These vehicles are mature age, but they are impressive in appearance. His loving owners caregivers with meticulous care. They do not hurt brands in cosmetic surgery costs, no creams, gels, oils, facelifts ... The passion for these creatures of metallic presence has no limits. This Volkswagen Beetle came with them, although countryman of ours. Participated in this rally along with other display vehicles and were discontinued. Many years ago it acquired. So was the envy of the town ...¡¡ How was cool being the only! There never invited me up on it, but I looked and played many times. Then his skin was different, a deep red color. Its owner was an independent girl, modern and it works. It was easy to imagine in summer with his "beetle" in the city, away from the prying eyes of neighbors. There his clothes could be more daring and vibrant co
values, short skirts, cleavage and tight waist striking. However, by the people was always in jeans and shirt. If she had invited me some time ... If I had been bolder inviting her ...
There was a meeting of classic cars on a spring morning. Great expectations
attracted youth of all ages. The curious come to see up close how he stayed so lush vehicles. Is the advantage of being powered inanimate bodies. When it fails one piece or broken, it is replaced by a new one. Exposure
These cars had the good fortune to be beloved by their owners. Were chosen to consciousness. Perhaps they were objects of desire long time before being purchased. When he finally took the match, the sight had to be immediate.
not understand, if not, the continued dedication and absolute loyalty shown to them.
This convertible was struck. Her slender figure and elegant design loved the most. I noticed especially the couple who owned it. Knowing you have one of the most attractive, presumably would not let his side. He, a man silver temples, flirted with her, a girl much younger. Strutted for the ride, but not away your precious little treasure. Nearby, another open-top sports taught us inside. Nobody seemed to be the owner. An irresistible urge to ride it took me at that moment. As the door opened without difficulty, I sat in the driver's seat. My hands on the wheel caused a reaction in me
shocked as I traveled around the body. Hands approached the car keys to my face ..."¿ want to drive? " he said. Did not react, surprised by the invitation, as this stunning woman I was sitting next to me. was like a dream. The air on my face was completely woke me so I could see that Mary was presented with that name-was a real lady. And its strange beauty, indeed, seemed from another era. Maybe that's why everything around me appeared to me in black and white.
stopped not far from there, take a drink. I realized, looking at it carefully, now the years had matured his face, but that does not detract one iota of her beauty. More to the contrary, it enhances it.
returned to the place where the event was celebrated car. I noticed many prying eyes, even malicious. I do not care. I Mary was unemployed and had just proposed me to be his private chauffeur.
could not pass up that opportunity and gladly accepted. The next week I start working with it. He gave me his address in his own handwriting. On Monday, without fail I would present at his residence in one of the most exclusive areas of Marbella.
Inhuman made this song and it was a great success. Nice and funny lyrics ... The Simca 1000 meant also a real incentive for the "sexual revolution" of those years.
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