Hope you're smart as one." I'd gotten the nickname for my throwing arm in football, but I didn'targue. "Hope I do, too." "Then let's go out an... unplug some toilets." he said. I laughed andfollowed him out to the white van. My job, in case you haven't figured it out by now, was a plumber'shelper, and it was the fourth job I'd had since I'd graduated from schoollast summer. I'd gotten this job through Dad, who was an electrician but heknew Dan through the union they shared, and Dan. "Turn around," I whispered as I slowly sank to my knees in front of her. She swallowed hard, trembling from excitement and fear, then did as I said and faced the mirror. When I pushed up her skirt, she leaned forward, thereby pushing her butt further out so I had nice access to the area between her legs.She wore stockings and a nice green garter belt under the skirt. I guess she wanted to feel sexy when going to the store, and it actually gave her figure a nice shape and something... hot that. Slipping off my heels I started the long walk home. For the beginning of October it was still very warm and despite it being late at night I quickly became too hot for my leather jacket. As I slipped it off and revealed my lace camisole top I heard someone honk a car horn and whistle. I didn’t pay attention, but whoever it was continued whistling and it became apparent after a little ways that he was following me. I grew frustrated. I turned around prepared to yell at whoever it was and tell. Her moans and sighs subsided and soft she clung to him, deep breaths as his cock remained hard inside her. They were buffeted by other dancers, he felt fingers on his balls as someone reached to touch and fondle. Soon she regained her strength and lifted herself off him. On the floor again she gyrated in front of him with her skirt lifted high to show him her wet, swollen pussy, her breasts, still outside of her tank top, rippled and bounced as she moved. She danced towards him to.