I simply stared at her gorgeous rounded ass, as she stepped one boot out of them, then flicked the other back so that the panties flew into my face. I...heard her giggle, as I smelt them and saw her turn around with one hand over her pussy, through the thin material of her panties. They smelt of flowers, sex, and pussy. They smelt sweet.I took the panties off my face and dropped them down next to my chair. I then looked back at Annie. Her hand still covered her pussy, her eyes looking deeply into. My dick was hard and she could feel it.We made small talk as we drove along and were about twenty miles from my in-laws house when Debra said, “You are going to have to stop somewhere, I’ve got to pee really bad.” I was raised in that area so I knew it well. I turned off the main highway and hit a dirty road that would take us to my in-law’s house. I came to an old road that was closed about a mile from the turn so I turned on it and drove almost to the end of the road and pulled out into this. I explained that Mrs O loved showing off and told him that he would have seen a lot more if the bar hadn't been closing but he didn't ask any questions so i never pushed it. His name was Peter and he was in his early 60s and had been divorced for five years. despite his age he looked quite fit with short grey hair and a young looking face.He had been to a friends wedding and had sat on his own most of the night among a load of couples and had decided to leave early. After a short while he asked. Inoperable.Options... all refused. And now pain was a constant, but probably notfor long. She glanced at him then, watched his face as a small smile crossed overthe tired features. A sudden grimace and then eyes still closed, thesmile returned. "So. Ma bella, how do you come to be as you are? Alone and insecure. Awoman who is not and yet is, more than some born to it." He did not move or open his eyes as he lay on the rug seemingly at peaceas her thoughts ran rampant. How dare he. Get off my.