I felt my face heating up, and I hesitated, wanting desperately to touch these forbidden items, but knowing that if I did, I would be stepping over a ...huge line.Like Matthew, I was still wearing my running kit from our earlier exercise. I could feel my cock rapidly growing in my shorts, and I reached down and ran my fingers subconsciously over the outline of my engorged member as I continued looking at the enticing objects in the basket below me.I couldn’t help myself. Taking a deep breath, I. Next idea I went into the fair and started looking at the clothing vendors as one of them would have to have a metal clothes hanger. Fuck no, all were using plastic or wood. I did find one of those little red flags that surveyors and others use.I took it back to my car and began to jimmy my lock. It just wasn’t quite long enough with the bends I had to put in it. I noticed the temperature was rising. I was starting to overheat and second guessing myself. I started to panic and caught myself. I. She was always polite but distant to the men who spoke to her. Oh, yeah. Tall, beautiful and aloof. That was Florence Joseph in a nutshell. And the young Haitian-American wanted that rare fish for himself. One day, he gathered his courage and approached her. She was sitting on a bench in the park near the town’s church, reading a Harlequin novel. He approached her with a smile and a wave. She looked him up and down. Her eyes narrowed. Politely but with chilly overtones, Florence asked him who. She was wearing a revealing dress and no bra.Thirty minutes later she was still sat at the bar when the barman announced, in broken English, he was due a break. Donna smiled at him, ordered another drink and said “Where do you go?” he answered “Out back”, she smiled again and said “Show me”. As he got a coke he walked off and she followed, as they got outside there was a sheltered area, grassed that had a couple of benches.The barman, who Donna didn’t know his name or probably couldn’t.