" And so I just wore this nightgown." He'd noticed. It too was thin, and a very pale green. "Well, and the panties." Uh huh." And then ... I loaded th... machine, and it was bouncing around ... and then it kinda got into a rhythm. Oh, perhaps I should just shut up." Oh, no, not now. Please continue." Look, I'd always heard that ... well that a washer would ... you know." Clean stuff?" Alan had loaded his machine, inserted a coin, and stood to look her in the eye."No, no."She hesitated before. . He spins around and heads right behind her – and she locks herself in place – a slutty smile across her narrow face as she looks back over her shoulder to see where he’s going... Where’s he’s going is to explore her rear end – digging his long snout between her thighs, sniffing and licking at her pussy. His long tongue sliding over her pussy, between her labia, over her clit – over and over as he angles his body – chest to the floor so he can lick up at her gash.She reacts as any woman would. Fucking bitch! I wanted to skewer her so badly.I pressed the head up against her ass until it disapeared into her. "So you'll just do nothing all day and then be a whore in the backroom every night?" I might also go shopping to other stores during my shifts for as long as I want." She pushed her big ass back onto me, taking the length of my cock into her while still negotiating."No way. You have to stay on the floor and you have to always wear low cut tops to work. Even if you're not going to. My wife freaked out and ran to the house. He followed her, yelling that he'd hurt us if the cops were called. Then he grabbed the keys to our station wagon and that was the last we saw him. Didn't even report the car stolen. Didn't want to have anything to do with the boy." I heard the tightness in the father's throat."What was the make and model of the car?" I asked."A 1978 green Chrysler Town & Country station wagon. I'm sure the license plate doesn't matter but I may still have the VIN.