In my late teens I was walking along a grassy space several metres to the side of a tarmac pathway, cool as a cucumber in t-shirt, very short sport sh...rts and sandals. In front of me was a bench seat, with a man sat there alone. As I came up to the seat he looked up and asked me for the time. I looked at my watch and obliged his request. I reckoned he was in his 50's, typical of that age group in appearance and dress. As he thanked me he opened his legs, put one hand in his crutch and. If I know her she has given herself a good enema and had a nice long bath too in preparation. My wife disappeared upstairs and ten minutes later came down wearing her black satin night shirt which came to about half way down her thighs. She stood in the middle of the room with her long legs slightly apart which caused a small enough gap in the night shirt to show the tops of the sheer black stockings she had put on. She had also put on a pair of black high heels for wonderful effect. She stood. "Well Captain, I don't think you can make it to New Jersey in that thing." He smiled as if he had told me a joke."You could be right. If it breaks down, it will belong to somebody else." Well like I said, the cafe is open. Me, and Deputy Sykes got things to do this morning, have a good trip Captain." Thanks for the Cot." I said it disguising my anger. They both nodded as I left the jail.I didn't stop for breakfast until I was out of that county. I didn't want the sheriff to come looking for me.. Erin began running her hands through my hair just like she always doeswhen I go down on her. Pulling my slick finger from her hole I lowered it to her puckered ass and rubbed it lightly. She made no objections so I began to press a little harder. "Damon, what are you doing?" Erin's voice stopped me cold. "Just relax," I said softly. "You'll like it." "I don't think so," she said firmly, pushing my hand away. "How wouldyou like it if I stuck a finger up your ass?" My thoughts drifted back to.