" Who else would it be?" I grinned."Hmm, who else indeed." dad frowned, "Are you suggesting she made up the story out of spite?" Yes." I smiled."Well ...here's not much I can do about it today, the old...Mrs. Carey has gone away for the day," dad sighed, "but I'll certainly be having words with her when she gets back." Did you really believe I'd been having sex on the doorstep?" I asked him."Lord no." dad laughed, "I know you too well to believe that. Behind the hedge maybe or even up the side. Tracks of Mexican wolves had been found in the area and the park rangers were hoping as much as I was that I would get photos of what may be a resident pack. For the second consecutive morning I sat and waited. I gave up when the sun made sweatpants and sweatshirt too uncomfortable a wear. Again no wolves but some nice shots of the mountain as the sunlight ran down its flanks. I took some pictures of what may have been yesterday’s rattler as it crossed ten feet in front of me. I said, ‘Good. He was pressing hard against my leg, I could feel the increase in pressure, and I responded by pressing back, he knew he had a winner and undid those buttons on his coat and let me see him and as a reward I never flinched when the back of his hand brushed my naked thigh.It was like an electric shock and I wanted him to go higher up my leg and touch me, so I pulled my satchel onto my lap, and his hand found my willing cunt under my cotton knickers, my own hand going under his coat and ever so. There were some very, very cool cars there, everything from old European stuff like Ritchie’s to American muscle from the 1970s (Can-Am, Trans-Am, etc.) I was drooling! And was also glad that I brought my camera and a ton of film.After an hour or so of hanging out and drooling, one of Ritchie’s buddies asked Kelly if she would be so kind as to pose with his car. Total gentleman. Kelly obliged. She loved hanging around his Camaro. She showed off lots of leg and cleavage in her short dress.After.