It sent chills up my spine, and I fought to hold the camera still as I filmed her. Two guys came up, sat on the curb beside her, and started thumping ...a cardboard box and a metal bucket it time. It added to the mysticism of the moment. She pulled a tin can out of her cart, one she had filled with pebbles and scrap metal. It made a very effective rattle. She was still shaking it seven minutes later as the last notes faded.We didn’t look behind us, and when I heard clapping I looked back in. And so far, I’d found in just about every case, the direct approach had yielded the best approach.“Actually, I think I do. I suppose I just have a somewhat less cynical view about relationships, at least compared to you.”“It would be difficult to have a view of relationships more cynical than mine, unless maybe you were my mom!”“And I’m your first real experiment, aren’t I?”“The jocks don’t count. Those weren’t relationships. Those were guys who thought I’d get it on with them.”“Uhm...” I. As long as you boys don't go blabbing so my husband finds out, my pussy is your pussy, just call me and I will set something up. Now boys, I got to go and find some more cock."Linda walked out of the office and Chris ran ahead to unlock the door to let her out. As he opened the door for her he said, "Anytime you want to come back and trade your cunt for an oil change, our slow days are Mondays and Tuesdays."Linda said, "Good, I will be back here next Monday right before lunch. If you have any. She screamed with pleasure. I was afraid her neighbors could hear her moans, so I locked her lips with mine.Her screams were making me hornier. I started to give her deep strokes. She started to cum. I could sense her walls squeezing my dick tightly, and her juice was flowing out her vagina between my cock and the walls of her pussy. Even I was nearing climax. I exploded a load of cum deep in her pussy.I was lying on her for some time while my semi-erect cock was in her cunt. Our bodies were.