.. a good way to describe owning a parking lot. As though it was responding to Mike's thought and Sam's comment, the campus radio station played the o...d Dire Straits hit. The two employees started singing along:Now look at them yo-yo's, that's the way you do itYou play the guitar on the M.T.V.That ain't working, that's the way you do itMoney for nothing and your chicks for free...Now that ain't working, that's the way you do itLet me tell you them guys ain't dumbMaybe get a blister on your. So the usual conversations happened and in between, I used to talk dirty and she used to respond well. So days kept passing and it wasn’t interesting. So she asked me if I was single and I said yes and then I asked her and she told me she was divorced but she didn’t wanna talk about it. So then we got comfortable with each other and we exchanged WhatsApp numbers. So we used to text every day and I used to forward dirty messages to her and she used to laugh it off. So I knew she was interested.. Most of the furniture had been taken away or vandalised beyond use. The place smelt musty; a lingering stench of mildew, stale cigarettes, stale liquor and a faint undercurrent of ancient fried food. The filthy floor was littered with beer and liquor bottles, d**g paraphernalia, cigarette butts and decaying used condoms.Some joker has pinned a pair of lime green satin panties to the flaking dry wall like they was on display in the lingerie section of a department store. The same joker had. Her tits felt perfect in my hands as I was kissing her neck. Gave her a hickey and she was whimpering and moaning with lust. I pushed her hands down onto the sofa, and pulled her shorts and panties down and off, she knelt on the sofa and put her head down, her bare ass there, facing me, I dropped my shorts and pushed my hard cock inside of her, my cock taking her tight cunt. Pushing her t-shirt up and around her neck, I cupped her firm breasts. Like her I smelled of alcohol and had been.