.I picked her up and went straight ahead to the motel..She had that lovely smell .. She was wearing a tight jeans with a tight yellow shirt,, her boob... were so big...We had a little chat .. About her life and work .. She was tired from hard life..specially that she is a maid and no longer young she's now in her mid 40s . We remembered together the day when my dad caught as having sex .. We had a big laugh We reached the motel I picked the finest room.. It was clean with a tv and a.c the room. Her brow furrowed at the sight of a 1970's Ford Capri parked outside the front door of the semi-detached house where she had lived for the past five years, since she had married Dave. It was certainly a classic British sports car, but did they really need it?Although Dave had a decent job, earning good money, times were tough enough as it was.Jennifer's part-time job at the local pub didn't bring her in a lot of spare cash, and she was always asking the boss for extra hours, just for the money. No one liked to sit there because the waitresses had a hard time noticing that your cup was empty or that you needed something. Brian loved to sit there because it gave him another barrier to erect between himself and the world.Never able truly to trust, Brian suffered a life of isolation and smoldering frustration as each day stretched interminably into the next. Nothing broke up his endless boredom. No one breached the defense mechanisms that worked perfectly to keep potential companions out. I handed him the camera and showed him the controls and he was ready to go. I sat on the edge of the bed with my wife standing in front of me and I started kissing her. I turned her around to face John (not really his name, but...), pulled open her lingerie and said, "how do you like these breasts? They're all real." I said to my wife "you don't mind if he feels them do you?" She was a bit apprehensive but he raised up his free hand and grabbed on to one of them and started gently playing with.