She told me that even being alone for the 300 mile drive from there to here was liberating. I rent a small apartment and she was welcome as the mornin... sun in my place. The first night she stayed she crashed on my fold out couch. She was sleeping soundly when I left for work and I watched her as she slumbered.Beth, that’s her name, is drop dead gorgeous. She’s about five-seven and weighs maybe 120. Her medium brown hair normally falls in long thick waves to the middle of her back but that. ‘Sure, Kari,’ Brenda answered. ‘Unfortunately, I can probably fit into yours.’ She already had the red top’s flimsy spaghetti straps on her shoulders. Not that Robin had anything against the shrunk-shirt crowd. When a girl has something to show off, she should, but Robin looked at the world a little more intensely. She was beautiful, yes, she had an athletic figure and superb breasts, even her ankles made boys hot, but that was precisely why she didn’t flaunt it. Robin had the looks, she had. As the dust settled the only one still sitting at the line was Jimmy, his bike in-gear and ready to go but just sitting there. A stunned silence fell over the crowd as they looked at him. After a moment he rode off but rather then following the pack he hooked a sharp turn and rode back to his trailer. Wilson’s advice had never failed him before so why should he stop following it now he reasoned. People were gathering around his trailer wanting to know what happened. Had the bike broken? was he. "Hell, Mavis, that amazes me," said Gwen. "Yes, the spanking is amazing and the sex is out of this world," continued Mavis."But you said you were not having an affair," insisted Gwen."I am not, he does the same with several women, that is the point," said Mavis"Do you pay him?" asked Gwen."No, he likes tanning mature women's backsides and then, if they want, giving them a good fuck," said MavisAlthough she had not until now realised it, Gwen was actually getting a bit damp in her knickers.