Eventually, we wandered back over to the paved patio as we talked about gardening. When I mentioned to her that I had always wanted a vegetable garden... she said that she'd be happy to get me started.She seemed like a genuinely pleasant girl, and as we chatted some more, I learned that she had been working in the garden centre, which was the family business, in some form or another, since she was twelve years old. She told me that she was about to start her final year at college in the coming. Her pussy was wet and the button of her clit was hard and erect when my tongue started its dance on it. Maria moaned with pleasure as I slipped first one finger, then a second into her pussy. Her legs wrapped around my back and she pressed my face to her slit. ‘O fuck yes! O yes! OMIGOD!’ She came quickly then thrust her hips to my face for more. Happy to oblige at this point I pressed my tongue hard against her as she came again and I felt something…. A surge of energy passed into me from . Then she was standing, cramped in the locker, her face up against the picture of the horse. She tried to control her breathing so no one would hear her.To calm herself down, she slipped her hands between her thighs. It made more room that way too. She held her breath."Dick, I-I have something to tell you," a girl's voice said. It was the woman named Betty who ran the night shift. She was a pretty little blonde woman of about twenty. She had big tits and she was somewhat short with plump. But as we left Cincy, I was too keyed up to concentrate; I was anticipating the night.Mary met me at baggage claim—she wasn't surprised that I only had my carry-on—and took me to her house. It was a modest rambler painted beige with white trim, with a nice lawn in a quiet suburb. Tom was in a study when we entered, and waved a hello."We're not leaving there for a few hours," she said. "How've you been? Can I get you anything?" Tolerably well. Um, you know that Hank and I have been seeing each.