I pulled in better prepared this time, no underwear and zipper down and cock out so I could amuse myself while waiting and watching just after lunch t...me. I parked across from the trucks and down at the end so no other people could see me. I sat for a half hour or so, on purpose to get myself worked up enough to go for this. I then zipped up and headed to the bathroom to take a leak. I went into a stall and took out my cock and went, still half hard, I played with myself enough to get hard. Hm-m-m-m … add five – that makes you a 36. I’m guessing B cup, but let me get you into a bra that is close, and then we’ll double check.” I started to reply, but she had turned, and with a swish of the curtain, was gone. I sat down on the bench, and inspected the front of my trousers, to see if there were any telltale wet spots. The boxers were pretty baggy, so fortunately, there weren’t. That was amazing, I thought, and incredibly hot. I felt my cock starting to engorge again, and thought, Cut. "It depends on what the meaning of Penny is, I suppose. "I answered to play along. "So I assume some asshole finally shot me. " I said calmly."They tell me you didn't get the asshole who shot you, but you got at least one of his friends." Yeah I remember that fucking Buick and wishing I had a hand grenade,"I said it as the memory of the firefight returned in bits and pieces."It was only fair I guess. Someone said that there was a lot of fire coming from Luke's Hyundai. I had no idea they were. Since then, she had always asked me to help on washing days, and inevitably asked me to take care of folding her knickers before assisting with any of the other items. I loved helping her with this task, because it made me feel even closer to her in a seemingly innocent way. --- That afternoon, Kasia was repairing clothes. She had learned from her mother how to be frugal, always preferring to darn and sew rather than throw anything anyway until it was completely worn out. It was quite sweet,.