A while later she returned up the road. As she drew abreast of me she stopped and began to comment on the work I was doing.I introduced myself and we ...talked awhile. I found out that her name was Wanda Barnes and that she was recently divorced with two small school-aged children and that she had moved in with her widowed mother who lived up the mountain above me. Wanda informed me that she had bought a wooded lot above me and that she would be moving in there as soon as she could get it cleared. Already, I was swept up in the sexual abandon at the piss trough as we stood there in various states of sexual arousal.With no other inhabitants in the building, I undo my belt and unbutton my trousers, letting my pants slowly slip to the floor to reveal my nylon clad legs. The big guy is the first to make his move. He quickly comes down the urinal and starts to caress my partially exposed backside, placing his big purple hands beneath the lace and cotton of my panties and stroking my buttocks.. .. As they got higher they, began to get touchy, feely wtih each other and the kid. The little girl objected and that just pissed some of them off more. Meth does that sometimes. People just fly into a rage for no reason.This one guy wanted her to give him a blow job. She didn't even know what he was talking about. Her dad was so high he was off with some chick. Hell I think it was his sister in law. The little girl was on her own with the porn movie running in the background and everybody. Petite Anne and enormous Bart certainly had been an odd couple on campus, but they didn't care. Bart liked to take his small girlfriend in his massive arms. Ann liked that as well. Bart also liked to take Ann's formidable breasts in his mouth as often as possible. In college, Anne's boobs seemed a bit too large for her diminutive frame. Now, after many years, they had become even more of an attraction to anyone who looked her direction.Bart had been an easy mark for Anne. One look at her.