I felt a little sorry for him. He appeared so earnest and innocuous. You might even consider buying a used car from the fellow.His wife was more remin...scent of a manufactured product. But I still couldn't help enjoying her over-toned tanned thighs, short bottle-blonde perm, and glimmering sky-blue contacts. Hollywood and Madison Avenue had sent their sparkling-clean commercial love to wish us well.Unfortunately her attitude was nowhere near as inviting as the models in the shampoo ads. When she. My buddy Brad and his wife Marlyn were there. Marlyn worked at the office also. She was dressed as a hooker also. I figured she and Susie talked it over.Marlyn's outfit was a lot more revealing than Susie's, showing most of her large boobs. I could almost see the areolas. Her skirt was almost as short as Susie's. I could see that unlike Susie, Marlyn wore a garter belt and black nylons. I could see her black underpants whenever she bent over. She really did look like a hooker.When Brad came up. When the last of her spasms ceased, Sarah found herself lying on the floor of the hall, a puddle of her juices on the hardwood floor beneath her. It was almost eight o'clock.Sarah threw the paper away. She had no time for it today. The day was sunny and bright and she wanted to show off her pussy. Her shower was quick. The time for play would come later. She looked through her clothes for something to wear. She selected the long loose skirt and the scoop neck blouse that she'd bought at that. " Thank you, kind sir. I will be forever in your debt." It would be my pleasure to help you, little lady."However, before we go, I've to stop off at my campsite for a few minutes tochange into some clothes, put on my hiking boots and get a another light.Y'know, just to be on the safe side."* * *With Frank protectively cradling the tiny winged femme fatale in the palm ofhis right hand, he carefully began to make his way back to the campsite heand his wife were occupying."So, he began.