The sun was shining and I was breaking sweat and this woman was dressed in a tight skirt that came an inch or so above her knee and a white blouse and...a jacket which was done up by two buttons and talk about ‘the ice lady’ I think it will be an achievement if I get this woman to smile.“Hmm interesting” she said as she looked down at my attire as I invited her inside, she immediately removed her shoes at the door and with it being hot I asked if I could take her jacket, “Um.. yes ok” she replied. I just have tastes that are often… misinterpreted." Your business, not mine."She nodded like one of those dash ornaments. One foot slid across, instep working up my shin. Crept higher to my knee. Inward, upward, pushing my thighs apart, her heeled sole pressing to my rising manhood. A low growl formed in her throat. "Sure about that?"I fought the urge to react as her brazenness unfolded. Flicked my focus. Legs, panties, dress, tits… tits… tits, eyes. I swallowed and braced my foot to the floor. He was well endowed and it was clear that his erection problems had been sorted out.After our dessert, Linda stood, walked round the table and held her hand out for me to stand. She hugged me, trapping my hardening penis between our bodies. My hands cupped her buttocks as I looked over to see Norman taking pictures. I moved my hand to the waistband of her panties and slipped it inside to rub her cute ass. Our tongues danced together as she pressed her body against my rock hard knob.She moved. If you're Mr. Newberg, the man over at the auto parts store recommended you. I need a replacement for the driver's side airbag on my truck and a place to do some repair work." Well, you've got the right man, let's take a look," the man said. "What do they call you?" Waylon Eckermann, sir," he answered as they walked toward his truck.Mr. Newberg cast a critical eye at the damage and Waylon told him about the replacement parts he'd purchased. After spotting his student parking sticker, Mr..