She stood tall, even slightly taller than I: six feet, two inches. She was slim, but not too slim. Her hips swayed a little when she walked, and she h...d a habit of wearing skintight plaid trousers and a perfectly tight jacket top that flared out at the bottom. For easily the first two weeks that she’d been in the department, nobody had been able to concentrate when she was walking away from them – or towards. She didn’t wear low-cut shirts, because she didn’t have to. Her hips drew inward to a. I was checking behind me every so often, just in case I would see someone I knew…After a few minutes, the door open from a car that was parked right across the street. The man that came out of the car was maybe 6’, in shape and he had short grey hair. Also, he was starring right at me. Just before closing his door, he took a bag from inside his car, locked the car and closed the door. As he was walking towards me, I could see him grinning.As the man approached the door, I opened it and that’s. By then I had forgotten that anyone was watching, and was startled that Lady Megan was still sitting on a rocker reading her book by the light of a lantern that was hanging from a pole behind her.Meri must have been there earlier, for she left me a mug of water and two towels, one damp and one dry. I drank sparingly and used the towels to wipe off the sweat. I gathered the towels to put on a bench for someone to clean up later.It was another beautiful evening, the temperature was around 65F. His hand went under her short hem as Tracy walked away.“You’re reading my mind. Show her my pussy when she returns with our wine.”Tracy soon returned, and as she opened the bottle of wine. Dan lifted Wendy’s leg over his, revealing her bare pussy. Tracy couldn’t help but notice Dan’s hand resting on her inner thigh, fingertips inches from her slit.“Tracy, you can look at my pussy. I love Dan showing it off to men and women,” she said directly. Her eyes lowered to witness Dan begin to finger her.