She hated this every Saturday morning routine.She made herself a quick breakfast, put on her Saturday sloppy clothes, loaded the laundry baskets into ...er car, and headed out to the laundromat.She had several laundromats to choose from around her house. She preferred one of them even though the machines were older than the others, but rarely was it busy.She unloaded her car and went into the laundromat. There was one guy there who was pulling his clothes out of the dryer.Within a few minutes,. That is, of course, as long as you did not make a move at Ms. Orchard. But with the new information I think it would be advantageous for you to depart so that we can let the deputy go about his business as will." Mrs. McNarry turned slightly and pointed to the man standing by the other car."I would like to see these new orders if I may. Only to verify for myself that they are not false as well." Replied Ms. Crandle."Of course." Answered Mrs. McNarry and handed Ms. Crandle a new stack of. Searching for a green eyed goddess he spotted me, and as a cheetah in dusk he pounced."hey, do you have any matches" he grinnedI settled my head up and my eyes focused, um, yes I chattered, hold this.My cd player, my cigarettes, some loose papers in my pockets, I had him hold it alland he grinnedHis smile, still engrained upon my corneas as I am never to forget him, my first, my Ben Boy.quickly I decided as I had decided before "the next man that wants to fuck, I will"and that we did, but first. When that song finally ended, Bill returned her to me and headed for the bar after thanking Sue. The thing I noticed was Sue wouldn't look at me.After a few minutes I asked,"What happened?" Dance with me."It was a slow sexy number and she had her pussy pressing against my cock hungrily as it quickly grew to full erection. Finally she said,"Oh God, he is so hot John. Shit, I am so hot." What does that mean Sue?" He is something else... great dancer... smooth talker... John... he... he touched.