What about my garage?”“Whatever you’re comfortable with is good enough for me,” I tell him and he looks pleased. “Shall we go? You don’t w...nt another coffee do you?”Tom laughs. “Follow me,” he says and we head for the parking lot.At his house, he drives up close to the garage doors, I park on the street and we enter by a side door. Locking the door, Tom says that if anyone sees me visiting, our cover story is that I’ve come to view the train set he’s building in the garage.As it turns out, the. Again, the scene before my eyes was something that I could never have even imagined, even in my most sordid of fantasies. I knelt on the floor behind Wendy and reached out for the hem of her knee length yellow skirt and began to slide it up her legs to expose the white, musky wet thong beneath. I lifted the skirt until it was up on her back exposing her tight buttocks with only the thin cloth of her thong hiding her desirable pussy and arse hole. Reaching out again with quivering hands I began. Then 1 of them asked me if I’d pose for them sat on the bikes.“Me, pose naked on 1 of those? No, I couldn’t, I.”I got interrupted by 1 of the guys,“We didn’t say anything about posing naked, but yes please, you’d look amazing naked with something hot and throbbing between your legs.”Both Jack and I laughed at the old joke then Jack told me that I could if I wanted to. Well, my top and then my skirt were off in no time and I was naked in a car park out in the forest, in amongst something like. "All right, little one. All right. We'll figger somethin' out, you'll see."I'd been nothing but a drifter, in the sheriff's service for some eighteen, nineteen years, moving from village to village as I kept the peace and did my best for the balance. I'd been taking a salary from the sheriff and salting it away, living off of my hunting skills and whatever the villages gave me in exchange for being a talent finder. I did all right. All this meant that I had quite a stash of tiny little golds,.