I thought he ran the place alone until I saw a girl pop out from the back. I thought that she must be his sales clerk. She was fine looking with long ...black hair and shapely legs. Mr. Wong always had his eyes on set of goods. Late one evening I was doing my usual thing of browsing down the aisles and looking at the magazines replete scenes of naked men and women engaged in various sex acts, when the sales girl strutted by me. She was wearing a very short skirt and low cut blouse, and I couldn’t. "Benson was a good attorney. He had all of the appropriate paperwork in stacks so he could show it to us before we signed. He went through each stack and began having both of us sign documents. He looked at me, "Do you have a cashier's check, or can you transfer the money to Eliza's account?"When I nodded yes, I sat my laptop on his desk and searched for a Wi-Fi connection. There was an open one, so I logged in to the bank and began entering the information. I went to Benson's printer and. She let me lead as we set off. It would have been nice if the trail had been wider, because then we could have held hands as we went. But there were a couple of spots where it was barely wide enough for one horse, let alone two side by side.Finally we broke out of the trees and were greeted with the sight of another small meadow that had a slow stream running through the middle. That stream widened into a pool that widened for about fifty feet before it reached the edge of the cliff overlooking. ” He slowly slid a rigid, fat, finger into my warm pussy. I moaned with pleasure, as he entered my tight cave. He began sliding it in and out of me, as he watched my pussy tighten around his finger. Then with one finger inside of me he began massaging my clitoris with his thumb. The sensation sent chills down my spine. After a few moments he took the ice cream cone from the tray and licked off the cold melting mess dripping down the side of the cone. He crouched on the floor on the passenger.