Then she turned around and we started kissing each other and also did smooch for long. She made me lie down and came on top of me and was kissing me. ... was also squeezing her back, bums and at times pressing her boobs. Then she removed my t-shirt and started kissing all around my chest. I also took the opportunity and removed her top. Now she was only in her bra.She was wearing a white silky bra. We kept smooching and during this time i removed her bra. She had round melons. The size of her. I heard a voice in the darkness -- a woman's voice. "Mr. Johnson?"A polite woman's voice. I threw caution aside, threw open the door of the RV, and hollered back. "Here! I'm right here! Come closer!"I was too eager to make contact with another human being to really care, but my 17-year-old psyche registered, with at least slight disappointment, that this was a woman older than my own mother. She was 40-something, a little bit chunky, and looking very much the worst for wear.Never mind. I wasn't. A sudden panic flashed over her at the situation that she now found herself in and the urge to pee grew stronger. That monring Sarah was dressed to impress in a white shirt, black knee length skirt and stockings, and the sight of her holding things together was making her feel very vulnerable so she decided to get out of the shop and into work as soon as possible and finally into the toilet. Whilst she was waiting in the queue to pay for the goods she could not hold things together without. Her body was no longer shivering from the cold, but from fear. The man pressed his body against hers and cupped her face. Faye turned her head away and hissed through her nose. "Well, what have we here?" The man smirked. "Let me go you bastard," Faye said, with her voice muffled. "Not until you give me something first," he rubbed his hands over her body. "Stop it! Help!" she cried out. He slipped his hands into the pockets of her coat and took out her cell phone and purse. Before Faye had any.