I used to go daily on my building terrace just to see her. Once I decided to wave a hand.To my surprise, she smiled and went back to her home. I was h...ppy seeing her reaction. This continued for 15-20 days. After that, I thought to take her number. So around 7:30 it was a little dark outside I decided to jump to her house terrace to get closer to her. ( Our houses are connected in our society).Her building was not connected to any house. So there was a limitation that I can’t reach her. There. That last pickup was a sop to my conscious. We did not want riots. So to placate the people we knew we would not be picking up, we told people that there would be at least one more pickup scheduled for their area. I really hate lying, so we scheduled a quick pick of the people who had missed their pickups in each area. Somehow I felt better even though what we told everyone was a misrepresentation; I fulfilled my promise so the promise wasn’t a lie.After our first pickup, most of our complaints. It only came to the middle of my thighs. I slipped on a pear of white panties. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. ‘For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuck me at least five times a week.’ I heard the car horn. I ran downstairs, closed and locked the front door and headed for the car. My son was already in the seat. I sat down on his lap and swung my legs into the car. I looked down and. I have seen websites since where girls had licked each others pussies and maybe I could persuade Jenny to do that too.I was about to pull the curtain and go downstairs when I noticed headlights of a car winding slowly down the lane that led steeply downhill from the Dale and past our cottage. Surely no-one was mad enough to be driving in this weather? I watched amused as the car came slowly down the hill from the Dale and approached the corner where a right hand bend led to our house. It seemed.