Make Alan give us our clothes, at least," Martha ordered the nearest man sternly, who looked unhappy at this aggressive approach.Nonetheless he chimed...the door and asked Alan to give the women some clothes. Then he decided that he really didn't want to get involved and disappeared back into his apartment, as most of the other bystanders already had.Suddenly the door opened and a shower of clothes and odds and ends came out on to the corridor, and the door again closed. The women hastily dressed. ‘Licence and registration, please’, she asked, her voice perhaps a little less cool. This gave me another opportunity to give her an eyeful, for these were in the glove compartment in front of the empty passenger seat. To reach into this and retrieve them, I had to sprawl almost across the width of the car, deliberately sticking my ass up in her direction more than was really necessary, and pretending not to realise that my skirt had rolled up nearly to my hips so that my panties were now. Dad would have to look after himself; his chances as a low-CAP male weren’t good, and that stupid fake CAP card of his didn’t help.At work I spread it around the other sponsors that I had a pre-owned experienced mother available, in good condition with 42,000 miles on the clock, solid chassis and good bodywork.A couple of the guys asked, but I could tell they weren’t serious. They just wanted a MILF notch on their bedpost before they moved on to some other desperate wannabe concubine. Then I. After a hardy Waffle House breakfast I headed southwest. The closest town to my cabin was West Jefferson North Carolina. I drove through West Jefferson and was reminded that it was a typical southern mountain town. It was trapped in the1930s. I had found that appealing on my first visit after buying the cabin. Of course by then I was already committed, so that might have colored my opinion.I had planned to inspect the cabin and spend the night there if it was possible. That being the plan I.