I close my eyes and begin to picture all the images I have been taking in. As I’m getting close I hear the door open and I jump with fright and turn...to look and see the dad from the minivan walk in. Our eyes meet for a moment and then we each turn away. I hear one of the stall doors open and close. I can’t believe the hot dad from outside is now in the stall next to me while I have a raging hard on in my hand. I slowly start to beat my meat again as the excitement of having him in there next to. In my rear view, I was surprised to see some blonde hair and soft white skin, very different from the people who usually had car problems on this road. I suddenly felt the good sumaritan need to help if I could, so I pulled over and backed up. There wasn't much traffic.She was out, wet and nervous and cold, looking at a tire. The thing was flat and wrecked. She noticed me pulling closer. I climbed out and came to her, with a smile and an offer to help if I could. Just trying to be Joe. I fondled her right breast. Iwas getting excited, so moved my dick next to her ass. Suddenly I wasflipping in the air as if I was a judo victim, and I fell perfectly onmy behind. I heard something crack, but it wasn't in me. It was under myleft foot. I looked down and saw that the heel had broken off of mypumps. That's not right. Damn cheep shoes. I wish I could afford better.'Wait a minute! I take what I want,' I thought.I also noticed I had a run in my pantyhose under my skirt.'Skirt?. Whether I had dreamt that night was not known, I had slept so soundly and didn't remember a thing. The next day I woke up feeling unusually sore but there were no marks on me. I again received a package. This time, there were two tapes in the package, each 2 hours in length. One of the tapes was marked tape one, the other was marked tape two. The note with the tapes read, "We really enjoyed your company last night and hope to do it again, enjoy watching what you did last night. WICKED GRIN" I.