All I could hear was a sing-song reply of "Love you Big Bro!" from her direction as I retreated, knowing she was still holding that pose with her perfect ass in the air.
It took us the better part of a week to make that truck sing. Each day we'd get up at dawn and have an amazing breakfast, followed immediately by Danielle getting in her morning workout. I myself would go for a walk around the property with Winston trotting at my side as I marveled at the beauty of the country slowly waking.
By mid-morning, we'd get to work on the truck. Hours and hours of grease, sweat, and dirt would pass while Dani and myself labored inside and under Daisy; lubing, tightening, turning, cranking, and a whole lot of swearing (mainly from me). At times we'd have to make a trip into town for various parts
