Neither was Debbie and we kept asking him what some bit was or what something else did. Each time we either bent over so that he could see down our t...ops or up our skirts. At one point I saw that another of the salesmen had got into the car next to us and was pretending to do something to it as he looked over to us.I made sure that the other salesman got a real good view of my ass and pussy as I got in the back. I bet that he’d have a hard-on for hours after we left. Debbie had climbed into the. " That Scrimp salad really does look scrumptious," she said, her soft brown eyes lingering just a bit too long as she looked at the container I had just placed on the checkout counter.I looked at her pretty face, her soft brown eyes, and her neat slender little figure. She was dressed very modest, in a white blouse that had seen better days, and a faded light blue summer skirt.More delightful femininity, I thought. Wish I could take home an order of her. Or, maybe I'll just memorize what she. " I was at the former but not the latter, our division being directed towards Bordeaux instead." I wish to God we had been sent there also, for after the battle of Toulouse we learned the war had ended while we were still dying in front of the fortifications of the city."By now we had reached the junction of the Great West Road with the Portsmouth road and I thought it high time we made a stop, both for our own comfort and to rest the team. Rob drove into the Cross Inn, and while I handed the. "Shoooo, it's ok Sweet one, it's ok," he repeated over and over, sitting back down and pulling her into his lap.Putting her arms around his neck she kissed him tenderly, chastely, their lips barely touching. Then she leaned into the kiss more and he tasted the salt from her tears as she opened her mouth and gave him her tongue."It's true," he said when he came up for air. "I've had a crush you since you first moved in here, I had fantasies about you. It's only been recently that you've known I.