That night I thought about what I had discovered. Was Mrs. Miller watching me? Then I remembered the comment she made "Maybe I can get on your route."...Now all this time I had been banging some hot chicks, and a couple of them were a year or two older and I had been thinking about going after some vintage poon. But the vintage pussy I was envisioning was some my buddy's moms. Mrs. Miller was older than that. That night I had the most amazing wet dream staring Mrs. Miller. I mean she is not hot. You could begin by…” trailing off he looked down at his bulging crotch. I smiled and said “Say no more.” I unbuttoned his fly and slowly pulled his jeans down to his knees, keeping eye contact the whole time. As I looked away, slowly down his chest, stomach and to his large hard cock, that was now free, my eyes widened and I smiled with approval. I licked my lips, and pushed him gently to sit him down on his sofa. I knelt between his knees and looking up at him. I blew softly on his dick,. They were bound to come. Weren't they?I turned off the helmet light and forced myself to just sit there, in now perfect darkness. The mine shaft, so far as I could tell, was completely free of animal life of any kind. There were no rats, no insects, nothing that could harm me.So why was I feeling stuff crawling on me every few seconds? Why was I scratching at imaginary itches on my arms and legs?I was thirsty, too. It hadn't been all that long, I knew, since I'd had a drink of water. But it. Even though all we had done was talk about, I found myself getting wet just thinking about. I tried to cross my legs to alleviate the feeling growing between my legs, knowing that with the car filled with people, there was little chance of me taking care of the "problem" myself.We I got home, the first thing I did was strip off my dress and panties and fetch my favorite "friends" - my 12in dildo and my vibrator. Closing my eyes I slid the dildo into my wet pussy, squeeling with delight as.