Neon, sweat and hamburgers. An overweight man, picking his nose. Children crying and asking for things they’d been taught to want. Their parent’s,...merely older credit-card- carrying caricatures. Each scene was punctuated by a chorus of canned laughter. The city portrayed was as faceless as any other, the same global-franchises with contemporary office-blocks doing their dance of efficiency upon the sepulchres of the resident architecture. The footage was carefully choreographed, so as to not. At this age, there were girls in all stages of development. Several didn't wear a bra yet, but there were a couple whose tits were quite impressively large. One of the girls was wearing a dress, without a separate top to remove. She took the dress off, folded it neatly, and sat there in her underwear reading her textbook.I looked back at Mary, and she smiled. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of her panties, she peeled them down and off. As she bent over, her full breasts dangled enticingly,. " "Well you're gonna be out there with your tits pushed up and some cleavage showing, tight ass jeans and some slutty make up ... do your thing and some guy will be all over you." "And what will you be doing?" "I'll be sitting at the bar next to you. We'll just be a normal mother and son out at a bar having a drink or two. We'll position ourselves so your next to a guy, or guys. You can flirt, I'll mind my own business when things are picking up. And then when you have an opening, you can let. I decided to see if I could bid on the second one, which to make a long story shorter, I won the bid and had obtained the contents of the second unit. With the help of a young man, we loaded the boxes on a flat bed I had obtained, paying him, I took all of them to my house unloading them in my garage. The first box had old records, 33 1/3 RPM speed records, all in their original sleeves. Checking I found about half of the boxes had records - making a list, I listed the sale on Facebook, was.