. dirty ass! Eeew! It was getting stronger.... I could definitely smell sex but also poop. Had they stepped in dog crap or something?How could it be s...o strong? Why was my cock throbbing like mad? The smell of shit became too much and I opened my eyes. Oh my dear God.She was standing right in front of me; skirt hitched up and holding apart her bare ass cheeks to reveal a reeking, filthy brown anal opening, obviously not cleaned since its last recent toilet visit. The stink was overpowering. . "Now, take off my panties."Pam dropped to her knees and lifted her mother's skirt. She smoothed her hands over her mother's long elegant legs."I'm getting hot," Marsha said. "Very hot."Hearing her mother's words inflamed Pam's young, impressionable mind. She skimmed her hands up and latched her fingers into the elastic of her mother's panties and pulled them down. The aroma of her mother's turned-on pussy enveloped her mind, causing the juices in her own tight cunt to flow.Marsha kicked off her. I was certain though that it was one or the other. I got her out of the police car and into the front seat of my truck and strapped her in. With her veil arranged across her face no one could see she was gagged. Then there just remained the question of the commission payment. I tossed the package as agreed onto the front seat of the police car; two genuine Wonderbra's each for the girls, one in black, one in white, '36B' for the arresting officer, '34C' for her partner. It seemed like a good. When we got to the junction of eighty-five and seventy-five on the way into town, we saw our only other vehicle, a pickup, going fast the other way. Neither of us signaled to the other, we both just kept on driving. I'm not sure what that meant.We arrived downtown and got off for North Avenue and Tech. No one was out and about. This was not normal for Atlanta for a weekday. I was becoming worried that three percent was not just optimistic but that it might be wildly optimistic. I had expected.