She was wearing a skin-tight floral dress that came about mid-thigh. Maxine was a thin, tanned late twenties fake blonde with a serious rack that was ...bviously fake. She asked, "Is there anything that I can help you find today?"Christina responded, "Not at the moment. We just wanted to look around a little and see what you have. But we'll grab you if we need something. Thanks!"As Maxine wandered away, Christina asked me, "Did anything about her turn you on?" I'm sure that she appeals to some. She stood nervously by as I got to grips with the task. As it turned out, there was no real problem and I managed to get the fire lit fairly quickly... to her palpable relief. She was so grateful and as thanks, held out a £20 note. I refused, but she said it wasn't right that I gave up my time for free. I told her I would accept payment, but only in the form of a hug. She wasn't sure that it was fair on me, but she agreed. We hugged, my arms around her thin body, but as we broke apart, my left. I pull it out and place it to my nose and inhale. Mom's sweet pussy smell fills my head and my mind starts to race as my cock hardens even more. I decide to push my luck even more, mom has not moved since I began my inspection. I pull my cock out and figure I will stroke it and jizz on mom's bush. As I slowly stroke, I decide to rub my pecker head thru her bush. That feels real good, so I decide to rub it between her pussy lips, that feels even better. I become brave and decide to push my cock. I sighed. Claimed to be security? I’m in uniform, and I just showed her my licence. What more do these people want from me? They’re wearing their police uniforms and shields so I assume they’re cops. See what I mean? I told the male cop that I was a security guard assigned to patrol this parking lot and I did it every night with my partner. He scoffed when I said the word partner. One second later, guess who showed up? Mr. Singh, the young Indian security guard whom I left in the security booth.