One mustard, one catsup and one kind of relish. Unfortunately the women who worked at the factory were well illuminated by the harsh, yellow, flickeri...g florescent lighting. All of their flaws and shortcomings were well displayed. He wouldn’t have let a single one of them in his bed, if any of them had crawled in of their own volition, you’re damn right he would have kicked them out. Three pitchers of bad beer wouldn’t have changed his perspective. Each morning he and his two counterparts would. .. do they?" Just stupid boys and girls like you and me that stop in the middle of nowhere, sleep in cars, and are too dumb to think about getting a blanket first ... but other than those types? Nope." Yeah? Well ... there are people like that ... I guess?" she mumbled even as she fought to wake up a little more.I managed to get the car started again, and within a few minutes, the heater was blasting out hot air. But even with it running flat out, it took quite a while for the chill to leave. I couldn’t see her head and I couldn’t see her pussy. As excited and happy as I was I still wanted more. I felt cheated. I was going to stay home the next day and wait for her.Sex that afternoon was a lot more hushed than it had been before. I was more excited too, probably from looking at those wonderful youthful breasts in that picture. My wife enjoyed our ‘afternoon delight’ a lot more too. She seems to like it a little more aggressive.That Friday morning I was all set and waiting for my. ..but not really, so I continued...kissing her tummy, getting down that skirt...mmmm, black lace panties...Kissing her hip and thigh, massaging legs, butt...closing in on her panties...I dive in, smelling panties, her moist pussy, taking a deep breath as she digs with her fingers into my hair and presses me onto her...Slowly taking down panties, kissing her skin as I expose her...mmmm, sweet, silky, shaved pussy..I'm pulling closer small chair that's here in fitting room, she sits.