She reached up and gave me a gentle kiss. And another. And one more. I wrapped my arms around her and brought her in for a deep, tongue on tongue k...ss, locking our mouths together. Our bodies made full contact. Her perky young breasts against my chest. My hard seven inch cock firmly rubbing against her pussy and her trimmed pubes.“Your shower isn’t over,” she broke away to say with a devilish grin. Cary lathered up my chest and used her tits to wash my chest. Damn this girl knew what. I figured I’d let her do the work since she seemed to be the one calling the shots. She reached back to grab one of her delicious globes and lifted exposing her dark pink wet lips. I watched lustfully as she slowly lowered pussy to the head of my cock. She instantly met resistance but she was determined and with some force her tight lips opened around my meat, stretching to accommodate me. “nghhhh” she grimaced a little but did her best to keep quiet. She had the tightest pussy I had ever. I channeled through the various videos until I found some gay porn, unzipped my jeans, and pulled my cock out. Since I had been edging, my cock was already swollen and in just a few strokes I was rock hard. I heard the bell on the front door ring and hopefully it was someone coming in and not the sole browser leaving.Within a couple of minutes I heard someone enter the booth on my left, close the door, and drop tokens into the slot. I looked through the hole and saw him standing in front of. The car was partially disabled. There was a wire disconnected. That could happen, but this is the kicker, there were two wires off. That tells me they were removed on purpose."I found more when I searched the car. In the passenger door pocket, I found a crumpled up receipt for an oil change. It was made out to a firm called 'Ace investigations' with an address in Rutland, Vermont. The call was made to a Mrs. Anderson who lives in a suburb of Rutland. You've got yourself a spy working for, and I.