There were three people visible on the site. A scruffy old man who ran the old-style pumps and the cash register. I guessed he was the owner. There wa... a tall, thin man in his middle age, perhaps fifty or so. He appeared to be a mechanic and was neat and clean. The third person was a woman, wearing a greasy smock, tattered Levis and a very worn pair of what I thought might be army boots. It appeared she too was doing shop work.Not much of a roster, but at least one of them looked. A quick cut up her pussy, made sure the brunt of the falls hit between her pussy lips, smashed into the tender inner flesh with a resounding crack, certain that many falls breached her lips to attack her vulnerable vagina. He wanted to make sure that it was inflamed by the time he finished, make her a better fuck, give him more enjoyment, her body forced to tighten up in response to the new pain. Another cut down onto her asshole, the pink, wrinkled opening a bright red, inflamed and. " She said."Yea. I'm kinda nervous around you. Not in a bad way, you are just a really attractive girl and, well, I can't really control my thoughts right now." Oh yeah, what are you thinking about??" She put her hand just above my knee."Uhhhh, um, you...and....uh me." Mmmmmmm." She grinned. "Great minds think alike."I kicked off my boots to get more comfortable and she did the same with her flats. I scooted very close to her face and just gazed in her eyes. They were green. I went for it.I. The conversation continued around me, while I discovered that, despite my supposed maturity, I could still shift nervously in my seat.I kept myself distracted by thinking about what Jenny had said, but the joy I felt continually looked over its shoulder. Finally, my thoughts shifted to a few years back. Small, angry memories stomped into my mind causing joy to retreat whimpering into a corner. I felt my hand rubbing along my left leg as the name Gina ran through my head like a broken hearted.