The pick-up was old and had no air-conditioning. It was a standard size pick-up but I was still cramped between these huge men. I noticed that my shir... was beginning to cling to my skin. Fred and Joe had noticed as well. They kept stealing glances at my chest as the wet material of my shirt outlined my breasts. They remained gentlemen, however.The attention is something I am used to. I have blond hair and blue eyes. I have been considered pretty since I was a little girl. When I entered my teen. I stood up and stood between his legs in front of his stool. My hands roamed his lap and I checked out his package. Wow was it huge. I had to have this in me tonight!!! “Follow me.” I whispered to him as I walked toward the door, blowing Ashley a kiss. She had three guys around her and was smiling. We drove to my favorite place, a cheap pay-by-the-hour motel. I had frequented the place once, ok a few times. I handed the guy at the counter a 20 spot and said “I’ll see you in a few.” Inside the. He’d died eight weeks ago. But then there was Morton to consider. Morton, with access to the estate right up until yesterday. And now Morton sitting in jail for murder, unlikely to tell any further tales.The woman was fairly chunky, and no great beauty. She wasn’t old, probably in her thirties somewhere. She had wide hips and belly, large floppy tits, and matted, greasy blonde hair. She was moving her head about, looking blindly around, but slowly.?I think we woke her,? Christie said. ?She must. Check out my other stories by clicking my name above on ISS. give me your feedback on This story isn’t about my wife. This time I will be updating a story submitted by a stranger to me via mail. I have started this user experience series just to post stories from others who cant write well and need help. Will post only when I get some authentic proof of the story. The following experience is about a 45 year old woman. I met the woman in a small restaurant last week in Mumbai. I am writing this.