"I'm going ta venture a guess and say you must be Shaun's new lady. I'm Margaret O'Brien." She held out one tiny hand; she was incredibly petite, shor...ter even than me. It seemed impossible such a small woman had given birth to such a large son. Smiling, I introduced myself and shook her hand; Mrs O'Brien refused to let it go, instead she gave my hand a reassuring little pat and held it."You're even prettier than I thought you'd be." She smiled, giving my hand a squeeze. Something about her. "You better make me cum before we get to the campus, or there will be consequences," you warn me. I start sucking harder and faster, twirling my tongue around the tip of your cock as much as I can. You moan and curse under your breath, and I can only imagine how hard it must be for you to concentrate on driving.We are getting closer to the campus but I haven't been able to make you cum yet. Suddenly you park your car to the side of the road, I can't quite see where we are but I don't see any. The sales girl, who was in her late twenties and had rather large tits and legs up to her armpits as the saying goes, said that perhaps we'd like a helping hand in the changing room. I told her that I thought this was a brilliant idea and suggested she tried a pair of the same panties on 'to show Sue what they looked like!' Sue agreed enthusiastically, but when we got behind closed doors I found that the salesgirl (Sharon) was wearing tights. I let her know my views on this and asked her how. Amanda recommended to put some too large dresses, tops and pants in the suitcase. I also should pack a pair white high heels. Not sure why but I did. Sunday came quickly and Amanda parked on our yard at half past eleven a.m.“Do you want a quick bite?”“No, we can eat on the ride. I want to be there before four p.m.”“Ok, I’m on my way. Just a minute...”I kissed hubby goodbye, threw my suitcase into Amanda’s trunk and off we went. It took about three hours until we really were hungry and the gas.