”A middle aged, slightly balding man stood and moved forward. As he did so Margaret Walton tried to edge further to the side and take Jimmy with her... but the young man stood his ground, keeping her in place as well.The Sergeant looked up once more, “Adrian Childs,” he called out.Another middle aged man stood though this one had a full head of hair, he was however decidedly over weight.“Jimmy,” Margaret hissed at her son, but he ignored her, fascinated at what was going on.“Thomas Moore,” called. Well barbs lunch upset her stomach so at the market she found the nearest rest rooms, not the nicest but she had no choice, she sat for a few minutes then heard someone enter the stall beside her, she was wearing a bikini under her shorts and top she still had the body for it, 36 DD breasts, slim waist, her hips were a bit wide but she was still proud of how she looked, All of a sudden a hole that was a piece of wood was removed from the patrician, leaving a 6 inch hole, Omg what was going. It's always been some professional woman who feels abused. Bill, you know we're pretty freewheeling at the office. In fact, you might say we get pretty bawdy. It's like a men's locker room, only with women. Anyway, I guess it shows. Our people are pretty relaxed.Sandy and Ginger are better at it than I am. They just sit and listen to some tale of woe and then tell the girl something from their own experience. Then we usually follow up with a little coaching and counseling. Then she withdraws. She could just make out two figures on a balcony, looking down into the bay.“Looks like our neighbors are home. What did Dad say, they were eccentric billionaires or something?”“That’s the rumor. I hope they don’t mind us using their bay to relax.”Amanda grunted. “Well, there are no signs saying it’s private. They should consider themselves lucky that they get to check me out!” With a wink to Helen, she turned over and stretched out on her back, her firm round breasts now revealed for all to.