Lots of married women's cars. A couple of the local cops like to cruise this road to see what wives are fucking around. Gives them ideas for pussy.Jan...t had agreed to meet him the next day around noon, Robert's lunch hour. When he got there, she was waiting for him in her van. He got in her car, and he told me she was wearing this super-short white skirt (my favorite), a red tank top, and red high heels. He soon discovered this was all she had on. He kissed her and suggested they transfer to. When she lay back wearing only panties, he pulled her to him and put his hand on her hip and held her to him."Oh, Richard, it's so nice to have someone who cares for me, someone I can really trust!" she whispered to him, to reassure herself.Soon he began to remove his trousers and she moved to lend a hand, breathing softly and half-beginning to cry again. Once that was done, he held her again until that wave of worry passed.He gently touched her legs, upward and pressing his hand against her. Her whole body was arched and tensed with the stress of the orgasm. Her hands were soaked, and as she collapsed back onto her blanket, she pulled them up to her face, imagining that her smell was Sarah's.By that point, Betty's mind was fried, and Sarah's was almost as spent. Sarah delved in a little deeper, pulling a few more fantasies out, but Betty was too exhausted to even get excited about them. Betty quickly fell asleep, ejecting Sarah from her brain.The next morning, Sarah awoke first.. I couldn’t believe the transformation when she finally allowed me to look in the mirror. Bri was no movie star, but she was beautiful and exuded sex. My inner girl was out. I photographed, and Jean took some snaps, of a lot of the work that went into making Bri. “What about the hotel?” I asked with a sudden panic attack as we drove back to the Fairmont. “How will I get in?” Jean laughed “Not to worry,” she said. “Everything has been arranged.” “So nice to see you this evening Ms Bri,” said the.