This trip was going to be a trip to remember. After about two hours of going through all the bus and learning everything we were about to pull out and...head out to my in-laws so to load their stuff up and then I head to our house to get our thing and the in-laws would come over in the morning and we would head out.The next morning and the day of departure arrived and my in-laws where at our house two hours before they should have been. But that just meant we get an earlier start to our trip. My. There was no way she actually got propositioned by Mr. Pressman and accepted! I wanted to call her a stupid, silly bitch, but I had to be sure. “Is… Is it Mr. Pressman.”“WHAT!” she almost yelled.“Look I… Mr. Pressman gave me this.” Then I fished out the pamphlet I still had accidentally hung onto. It was crumpled but as Becky took it to look at it she still looked confused. “Mr. Pressman was suggesting a discreet process of getting ‘non-traditional’ government money to go to college.”The. Several steps behind the girl, a woman slowly brought up the rear, dragging her feet and carrying a bulky sack slung over her shoulder. She looked like a weary peasant woman coming home from the field after a long day of work. She too was clad in a long denim skirt, wearing a long, thick, indigo blue jacket and a red scarf covering her head.The three exchanged some words before the man led the horse off the road and into the meadow. The horse immediately attacked the fresh, tender grass, while. First a pair of knickers. You quickly grabbed them and stepped into them. Not your finest panties but a pair you loved anyway as they suited your hips and fitted so well. Black cotton high cut. Nice and tight up against your freshly shaven pussy. Oh gosh, this feels good. Wrong for some reason. Next another rummage around and then your woollen dress. You pulled it out, straightened it down and pulled it over your head. That’ll do now. You shut the door of the dryer with your gloved hands and.