As usual she was naked beneath it. And despite the fact that Joan knew she would be, the contrast between the woman's voluptuous curves and the nearly...old maidish outfit she wore gave Joan an instant of delight. In fact, neither of the Westmore sisters wore anything beneath their clothing, although Myrna chose to accentuate her sex with tailored leather while Amanda strove to make hers disappear."Why do you always wear such out-of-style clothes, Amanda? It's as if you wanted people to find you. But catching a breath I looked out the door and saw an empty room and apparently lunch time was over.I began to show up frequently and found there were 2 other similar places within a 10 minutes drive. I quickly discovered timing was everything and that the only times the guys (almost always married) were looking to dump a quick load were on weekdays from about 11:30 till 1 and then again from about 4:30 till 6.I'd schedule myself several times a week to be in that area either at lunch or after. Her swimsuit was a mixture of lime green and canary yellow which drew one's eyes even if the cleavage itself didn't."Why don't you help her with the catch Hailey?"It had started. I was getting one to do things to or for the other. How far would they take it?I did make sure the road was clear all around before I snuck a look in the mirror but that still wasn't good enough for Anna and she wrapped her palm around the short exposed length and squeezed. Possibly not appropriate as a punishment. I can’t imagine he didn’t love you.” “Oh, he loved me,” she said, a definitive sneer in her voice. “He loved the hair, the tits, the ass, the screwing, and the dinners made on time. That was pretty much the extent of it.” She set her empty glass on the window sill. “Shit! Speaking ill of the dead.” “Shania,” I spoke softly, my eyes focused on those incredibly pointed toes of her black shoes, “you’re just telling the truth, in confidence, to a friend.” There was a long silence. Her voice was.