I wasn't happy that my plan had a ton of holes in it, and could very easily end with the Russians getting to Renata. The only thing it had going for i..., was that it was better than anything else I could think of.I arrived early and set up in the parking lot of a car dealership across the street and adjacent to the diner. I wanted to be able to see everyone arrive before I showed up.Noon came and past, and no one showed. I still held out hope, and sat for thirty more minutes before coming to the. Now was as good a time as any to have that talk with him. About those things my mom suggested.This was going to be one helluva conversation.Tomorrow came. Mom left for the day. The doorbell rang.He was sat on the end of my bed naked as I knelt at his back with my arms wrapped around him in a loving embrace. We steamed gently as the haze of our first post-fuck faded away. My breasts were pressed against him and I hummed happily to myself as I swayed from side to side, rubbing my well-sucked. The shoes came next. Denise tried on several pairs. A red pair of strappy sandals with heels over 6 inches, a black patent pair of ankle strap 6 inch heel court shoes and a pair of black patent ankle strap peep toe court shoes with 5 inch very slim pointed heels. She posed in front of the mirror with front, side and rear views of her big tits, corset, 14 strap suspenders, black fully fashioned seamed nylons, thong and sky high heels with full make up. She admired her tight bum cheeks sexily. There was a lane off 301 that we used to go parking on. That lane was on the west end of the Morton farm and was used by farm trucks in the spring and fall. It was also used to carry water and fuel to the crop dusters. The rest of the time it was not used and grown up with weeds and grass. We used it for fun two or three nights a week until the state - in one of it drainage improvement programs - dug up the tile and left a big ditch.We met Crash and Roger in front of the house. Crash, Norman,.