Thefairgrounds used to be used all seasons, but then became Halloween-only.They stepped into a miniature plastic boat, which was attached to tracksund...rneath the water. At first, Gwen was just seated next to her mother.Then a massively obese and dung smelling man manuevered to the benchbehind them- coming from nowhere. She hadn't seen him when they enteredthe ride and got their ticket- or earlier that day. It was like he washiding in the darkness, waiting for them. He wore a black argile. I don’t tell my dad, but there’s something very hot about getting dirty and sweating cleaning a car. I love the way the water soaks my shirt making my nipples hard. I love the way my ass must look as I bend over the hood to put on wax or the way my tits feel giggling as I buff off the wax. Plus, there’s something sexy about cleaning a car, just to have hot dirty sex in it later that night. So, after spending most of the cool morning soaking up the sunshine and revving the engine between my legs. He was now Paula, his own secretary. "This can't be happening." "Come on Paula, you can't stand there looking at yourself in the mirror all day, girlie." The new Paul grinned. "You've got secretary work to do followed by getting ready for a date with that hunk of a boyfriend. By the way- he proposed last night and you accepted. Since that sex machine expects that body to put out tonight, all I can say is better you than me." "You won't get away with this." Paul screamed in a high pitch,. I ... don't know what you're talking about. That's something between you and my husband. I ... I ... I know he has paid you well over the years..." Her voice trailed off; not wanting to admit what may have been in the back of her mind."I have seen how the tourists dress in Lima and Cusco. Go back into the tent and see what you can do to persuade me; Senora Stephens." The last sentence was particularly biting. He was embarrassing her because he was acknowledging that she was a married woman. He.