"You, a fraudster with a suit and a horse and no fortune, indeed you should be a perfect match, go to her, woo her fornicate should wish, I shall find...the key to her chastity belt, if you have a shilling." "Sir," I protested, but he was searching his pockets, and drew out a silver key."Here, now go wallow in the pig sty and fornicate to your hearts content." he said.I found a shilling and placed it upon the table, "There was the matter of of a ring," I explained, "I have a great fondness for. You must know though that the two of them have claimed in the past to have fooled around some, but i had always figured it was bull shit, and only their way of teasing me. After the first two stops, all that was left was me, Jennifer, and Becky. They were sitting in the back seat, FLASHING me in the rear view mirror. Apparently they enjoyed making me squirm.... and they knew i was getting a bit antsy in my seat. Jennifer was 5'4", 125 lbs, reddish brown hair, 36 C, and very thick lips. Becky. I of course denied this but it was obvious that I still wanted Evelyn. That evening we met up as planned although Evelyn was alone. She made an excuse for her husband, stating he felt unwell and was having an early night. I was well pleased as I had never liked her dick head of a husband. Evelyn herself looked stunning in a flimsy white cotton shirt with no bra , a very short denim skirt and wedged sandals. It was clear her tits were as full and firm as when she was a teen. That being the last. The glittering, golden flies are still swirling around us, but some are already settling onto the lids of the empty barrels. One of the men again yells, ‘Yo!’ We hear and watch the truck begin moving to the next set of cans. Without a word, we open the gate, jump out into the alley and run towards the truck. The gray-black cinders of the alley crunch under the soles of our leather shoes. There’s an unspoken rule about following the garbage truck which we hold to — we come to a stop about.