Now I was really flustered. Sliding my credit card into my wallet I stuttered: "Erm, yes, I suppose so."Dropping her disposable cleaning cloth into a ...mall bin, the girl idly drummed one hand on the stainless steel chute. As the drumming stopped, four elegantly manicured fingers were outstretched. Talking to herself, the old lady continued her unpacking."Great! I'll have time to get the Prosecco chilled." I raised my eyebrows. "Where shall I pick you up?" Don't come into the car park. Too. They noticed my still shocked expression and then the one that held the dildo, raised it in my direction, glistening with girl juice, and she gave me a very evil grin...I'm not ashamed to say, knowing how wild this one was, that I jumped up and ran for the bedroom locking myself in to the hilarious laughter of the others!Never had I experienced anything like this or knew of anyone that had – except in porno flicks!Over the next few months remaining of the snow skiing season, there were several. We talked a little more as we drove, but I noticed that she was no longer focused on the talk. She was, however, enjoying the feeling between her legs. "Unbutton your Jeans" I commanded as I continued to rub. She did and unzipped her fly before returning her hands back to her head rest. As my probing fingers entered her jeans, I could feel the wetness on her panties. "Good girl!" I praise as I push my fingers onto her clit."We shouldn't be doing this, people might see me!" she stated rather. The following year after graduation I came home to clean up the property and put it up for sale. The property had been in our family for generations. I felt a need for a clean start from my old life. Selling the old place would be fairly easy with the development of a golf course next to our property. They had been after me to sell for awhile and with the death of my granddad I had no other reason to keep the property. Dad had provided Mrs. Anderson with enough money to live comfortably in his.