The bank manager and head teller were staring open mouthed at him.The silence was finally broken when Susan Quinterra, known locally as Susie Q, asked... "Who died?" Everyone in the bank knew about the surprise that Stan and Silvia had cooked up for Scott. The whole town knew about the new girl in town who was helping Sam at the Café and giving Silvia a hand with her mother. Rumour had it that she was here to meet Scott. What worried Susan was the thought that someone had spilled the beans.Scott. You have to understand these people are amateurs," Vic said."Worst kind of people to deal with," Conrad said. "But did you explain how the exchange works. I mean, did they understand you?" They understand all that. Conrad, let me tell you something, Vic said, and looked around to make sure they weren't being overheard.Conrad admired the way Vic looked. He had to be at least sixty, some thirty years older than Conrad, but he had the well-toned appearance of a man who spent a lot of time swimming. ‘Heard the waitress bitching about you,’ Delilah revealed. ‘Yeah, well, don’t you ever take that thing off?’ Gavin said, nodding at the bandanna. ‘How long have you known me?’ she responded. ‘Never mind,’ Gavin gave in. They sat in relative silence until the waitress returned with Gavin’s vodka. After he paid the woman, she turned to Delilah. ‘Can I get you any…’ she began. ‘No,’ Delilah interrupted. Ruffled, the waitress turned to other customers. Delilah gazed across the street. ‘When do we. . harder... harder...!" she continued to call out to me. Her hands gripping my ass, and pulling it deeper into her waist. My cock slamming in and out of her tight wet cunt. The sound of sex being erupted from both of us. The slap of my balls as they crashed against her body. She raised her legs up, high into the air for a few moments, as I penetrated her harder and deeper. Then, wrapped them around my waist. Tightly gripping me, and not letting me free from her.My hips rocked, harder. Faster..