Mostly at the supermarket mixed with other thingspretending to read from a list. Well there was list, but it was his. Sohe built up a supply of pantyh...se and stockings. A suspender belt or twowhen they did those Mothers day packs. A couple of silky slips that heloved to sleep in. Some camisoles and cotton knickers in varied coloursand with little bows on the front. He'd had to venture further fromthere. Target and the like at Christmas, Mothers day, Valentines... somebras and matching panties.. She walked over to the restaurant. Dylan told her to order a drink and wait for him by the bar.She ordered a glass of wine and sipped on it and waited for him. Dylan knew what she looked like and she didn’t have a clue. She waited there for about a half an hour. Eventually, a man came up from behind and whispered into her ear.Tracy turned around and Dylan was behind her. Tracy smiled at him. He was a bit older than she had thought. She smiled and Dylan sat down.“Hello, gorgeous! Don’t you look. I have a special treat for you. So you pull the car over to the side and wait for my instructions. I tell you to get out and I meet you at the hood of the car. I hoist myself onto the hood and lay back with my legs spread open. I need say nothing, for within seconds you have found your way to my pussy and you are licking my clit, making me moan in delight. I push your head down so you can lick harder. I want you so bad….can you feel how bad I want you? Suddenly, the sun disappears and clouds. The night before I’d made him lick out my ashtrays, all seventeen of them after a big party, and that hadn’t been fun either.I puffed my cigarette and smiled. ?Yes, dear, no more soap if you keep quiet. But about the panty sniffing—that’s an incredible violation of my privacy, and I just think you are a disturbed young man. It’s fortunate that you have me to guide you. Step down off the counter, I’ve got your elbow.?Coop stepped down off the counter and stood miserably on my kitchen floor..