So I wandered over & simply asked "Are you okay there or could I help you in some way?" The girl replies in smooth tones, "Is this thing going to work... cos I've been waiting a bit!?" I say "Did you press the button to decide Kiosk or Pump?" to which she said "Oh Shit, how did I manage to forget that?" I go on to press the button & say that I should move my car of the pump cos I was finished but will be in the way. She asked me to wait once I'd moved my car, cos she couldn't trust herself, cos. ..so we did, we set up our blanked and john was the first to strip off his shorts, he had a good sized cock that was between soft and hard, Bill was the next when he pulled off his shorts I got a good look at his BBC hanging in all it's glory, then my hubby Jay dropped his shorts Jay has a good sized 7 inch cock also, Steve was the last his cock was about 6 inches but not to thick, I unhooked my top exposing my boobs to them, and let it fall, then slipped my bottoms down exposing my full bush. She could taste his acrid sweat on the breeze, smell his boozey breath. His heart beat slowly in his throat. She could practically feel his pulse under her fingertips already. Under her lips. He was still yards away but she could taste him in the back of her mouth. The drunkard stumbled forward, propelled by something unknowable to Sarah. If she’d moved her eyes from the man to the window she would have understood; as her lungs filled with the stink of him she seemed to inflate. Her limp hair. Well, I really was hungry, damn near starving. The woman seemed to be happy that I liked her food. Truth was I didn’t even know she could cook like that. She never had while we were married. I mean she did cook just not like she did today.“So, the food was good then?” she said.“Yes, very good actually,” I said, “thank you.”“You’re very welcome. I’ve been practicing. Made it kind of a hobby, actually,” she said.“Well, you seem to be getting very good at your new hobby,” I said.“Dad, would you.