“You can’t wait, Mr Atkins, you’re holding up the queue.”I looked behind me, no queue. No one, no nothing at all. A few clouds, maybe, far off...in the distance, but definitely no queue behind me.“I can’t see no queue.” I told The Voice, with an element of challenge. I was fast becoming one dissatisfied Customer.“Well, you wouldn’t, would you?” The Voice was really getting tetchy, now, “Mr Russell Charles Atkins, who prefers to be called Charlie.”“Why wouldn’t I see a queue, Mr Human Reception,. I left the house and parked my truck a block away and waited. Sure enough she pulled out about 30 minutes later and I followed her. My heart sank as she drove about ten miles down the road to a rough part of town and pulled into the drive of an old house. I was blown away by the way she was dressed. She had a low cut dress on that I've never seen and was wearing lipstick which she never wears. She knocked on the door and when she went in I jumped out and ran into the back yard. I was sure. She then surprised me by begging me to slip a 2nd finger into her ass! I was too happy to oblige. Her pussy was dripping wet and she was moaning into the back of the chair! I soon had a rhythm going in and out, alternating in and out between her ass and pussy. I could feel my fingers in her pussy through the wall of her asshole and she loved the feeling that it created. “Slip your fingers from my ass out, put 3 in my pussy and then I want you to fuck my ass with that cock!” I was so. And I was thinking what a day it was. First the damned heat then the crowded but and then this angel and the storm. And I knew today was the day. Her house was small, but looked very nice from outside. She went in an opened the door. I , from the force of habit, thought this was it, shes gonna say good bye. And she went inside and told me to come in for a coffee. I was soaked and she was soaked. She asked me to wait their in the living room for her to get changed.This allowed me to check out.