I decided to stay with the car. More than five hours later I was beginning to regret that decision. Not a single car had come along the road in all th...t time. The sun had declined to a point almost directly level with my eyes as I stood on the shady side of the baking-hot black BMW, it would set in less than thirty minutes. I would not only be stuck, I would be stuck after dark with no food or water on a lonely road without even the option of hiking out. I might have been a little. They were chatting quite a lot about the new developments planned for the town centre. I tried really hard to keep looking straight ahead but it was no good. Mrs Wilson's dress was raised up quite a lot and the lights from the dashboard illuminated her bare thighs. Luckily I was wearing my overcoat so I could conceal my arousal. We arrived at a suitable place, lots of fields and a woods close by. I felt good as I watched the car moving slowly away. I had two hours all to myself. The short soft. Paul was a little concerned to notice two men walk up to Mandy as she was making her way back to the table. She said little, and though Paul wasn't certain under the club's lighting, she seemed to be blushing.As Mandy sat down, the two men joined her and Paul at the table. They were in their late teens, and were fairly fit-looking. They introduced themselves as Bruce and Steven and it was obvious what they were after.Paul was fairly surprised that Mandy didn't tell them where to go. He glanced. "God, are they fat - especially the woman! She gives me the shudders justlooking at her!" Hush! They're very nice!" Carrie said in her lovely, liquid culturedsouthern voice.Paul looked very skeptical."I guess - I just don't like fat people - especially fat woman!" Hegrinned admiringly at his tall, slim lovely blond wife."I guess what y'all are telling me then is I better never, never ever getfat! That you only love me for my looks!" she laughed.It took a lot of groveling on Paul's part to.