Her father had bought her a clapped out old Mini when she started university and paid the tax and insurance for her on the strict condition that she w...uld not drink and drive and she loved that old car far too much to risk loosing it. The garden centre kept what Jack called ‘farmer’s hours’, in those days we opened an hour or so after dawn and closed at sunset, so our hours were considerably shorter during the winter months. Except during Christmas fortnight, business was much slower between. Then realizing her mistake, and in a hurry while talking on her cell phone with a business associate, and still trying to tie up the loose ends of the meeting she realizes her need to use the ladies room at the next stop! But when she gets off of the train it is at a poorly lit deserted station, and do to being tired inters what she thinks is the ladies rest room, it is in a rundown area and do to vandals an graffiti has left these rooms indistinguishable from each other ! But has entered the. Barry and Tom ran their hands over her pussy.We wrote in marker on her thighs, slap here, MILF meat.We were in no hurry. She wasn’t going anywhere. LOLLots of crying, mumbling, begging.Pretty funny tho, she mentions her Do-gooder work.Like I really give a fuck? More BULLSHIT. WE COULD WHATEVER THE FUCK WE WANTED – OH YEATom was fascinated by her clit. It was a good sized MILF clit. She moaned a lot when he squeezed it, fingered it, pushed and prodded.Lots of youthful enthusiasm. I grabbed. Nick was over talking to her, and she heard Louise laugh at something he had said. It was a couple of minutes past eight when Mayor Brandleberg and the Sheriff waltzed in followed by a man Nick had never met before. The Mayor and the Sheriff were fawning over the man, which gave Nick a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He wandered over to where Michelle was standing. ‘You ever see that guy before?’ he whispered to her, nodding at the dark haired stranger. ‘No.’ She gave him the once over..