I noticed how massive her arse actually was, when she was 6 feet away from me she wobbled on the step, I put my hands on her arse saying “I’ll sto...p you from falling” as I fondled her arse she said “Thanks”.She put her right foot down another rung as my hand now crept between her legs, I was massaging her pussy through her gusset, she seemed to stay there for a few minutes more than she had before. I gently ran my fingers up and down her slit area, then she moved down another rung and I did the. "It's in the genes, I s'pose." What else is in your jeans?" she retorted nonchalantly.They smiled at each other one more time, and then she turned her gaze to the passenger side window, as droplets of rain began to fall.She reached into her handbag, producing a compact and proceeded to fix her makeup."So, what is it that you do for a living?" The cabbie asked, breaking the silence."I work in a corner shop, in town." She responded."Oh, there in the town centre?" He asked."No, in the town where I. The bar was empty. Three white women came in and sat at the bar, they were petite and in their late sixties or early seventies and not bad looking for their age. they came over and wanted to play. We were all having a good time and getting a buzz on. They were getting nasty with the more they drunk. They had said that they were from out of town and their husbands were at some meeting. Earl whispered to me that we could nail these women easily and I agreed but I thought they were too old. Sam. "How long have I known you? Ten years?" She went on, "Give or take. From the first moment you started as a trainee in this place wet behind the ears and twice as scared. I've seen a lot of men like you come and go over the years. All spunk, bravado, and nonsense. But you, you I've always considered different and kept an eye on you. Like I said, I know." She sat back and took another sip of her coffee as she watched my face."You're imagining things," I muttered. No, she wasn't, and you knew.