She did notice me hard to and I kept trying to play it off. I sat down drank my drink and talked a little more. I kept noticing she was moving her han... around. Everything seemed wierd. I asked her what it was in her hand. She said just a remote. But she kept clicking it. Then she would squirm even more. By now the food was done. And for whatever reason my cock would not go down. She kept snickering about it. We go in and take the food in. I noticed her leg was wet like she spilled her beer. I. I was standing outside the door of the toilet while she was inside it. My heart was beating so fast and I was stuck there for some moments. I didn’t know what to do but with some courage, I pushed the bathroom door and to my great shock, it was not closed.I was inside with her. For a moment, I did not know what to do. I simply put the latch. We looked at each other eyes. I hugged her and we did not utter any word. I kissed on her neck and her massive boobs were on my hard chest and it was so. What would you like to eat?" "Okay, meat loaf with vegetables, but no potatoes. Green beans, carrots, peas, corn, or anything else would be great. Just tell me where and what time." Donna looked at me puzzled. Meat loaf must have caught her off guard. I guess she was expecting some exotic request. Now, I took some time to look over Donna. Probably about five years younger than me, like me, a little overweight, cute face and features, plus a pleasant personality. The next night at six, I showed. "Ahh what dya want. Other than tryin' to kill me."Margaret focused on the man – PC Iain Kennedy – and she shrieked. "Get in." What dya want?" Get in," she yelled. "He's got Annabel." Ahh ... who?"Margaret hit the horn. "Get in, Christ's sake. I've been shot at."Iain opened the door and he had barely put a foot inside when she accelerated fiercely, causing him to swear at her. "What's goin' on?"Margaret watched the open road, sniffing. "Annabel ... she's been kidnapped and I've been shot at.".