) Some of the stuff was cute while other things are downright filthy and sick. Looking to my left and right I saw that the walls between the stalls ha... several man-made holes, just about level with my arms. Looking around, I also saw some holes near my knees.In fact taking a good look, I could see many different places that someone had cut holes between the stalls. They were all about the size of the old silver dollar. How nice, I think, too bad there were no guys around, I stood and pulled my. Most of the time we wound up in the back seat of his car, my skirt and his pants off, fucking and fucking. We loved to be screwing in the car like oversexed teenagers, and I loved having his erect penis sliding in and out of my wet twat, balls slapping heavily against my ass and then the feel of his copious semen ejaculating in and running out of my hole. Occasionally, we would want to do something different, so instead of fucking in the car (he normally parked the car to the back of the. That bitch knew she wanted me. Or at least she would have if she'd actually existed." I could still see her sitting there in her lesser vehicle with her panties so wet she was in danger of drowning. I could smell her pussy from here. But there was no way I'd take her up on what her imaginary eyes were offering. I was a family man. I would use the awesome power of the Mustang for good and..." Aidan... ?" the sound of Wendy's voice dragged me back to reality. "Aidan uhm, Honey dinner is ready.. "I suppose there is nothing like being thrown into the deep end to learnto swim. Well this was not an easy piece to play and there were areaswhere it almost fell apart and it looked like Mrs Russell would have tostop. She didn't and we ploughed though the work, ending with thedramatic first few bars of the fifth movement."Wasn't that fun!" laughed Mrs Russell. "That was certainly a wild ride.I thought we'd fallen off the tracks at some stage, but we always seemedto find each other. We have a.