‘You like?’ she asked. I had to clear my throat to answer. Satisfied with my breathless, ‘Yes,’ she untied the bottom knot on her top and it f...ell to the floor. Stripped to the waist now, she stepped back to me and hugged me, kissing me on the neck. ‘Want to do my shorts?’ she asked. Instead of answering with mere words, I dropped to my knees in front of her and began unsnapping and unzipping. When I looked up, she was regarding my eagerness with amusement. After I had disposed of her shorts, I. She was good. I loved the way my cock felt inside her, the slight feeling of my head inside her rubbing around as she moved. I grabbed her tits and squeezed. I massaged them around and listened as her moans increased and she approached an orgasm. When she did a stream of fluid shot from her. The stream went up my chest as she arched her back, and subsequent streams left her body and flooded my stomach and sheets. I knew she couldn’t continue, so I threw her on her back and fucked her. I grinded. Her jacket andskirt were dirty and her tights laddered, what a sight she must havemade when she ran into the hospital! Fortunately, her wig was wellsecured so she should hot have aroused suspicions, but where was herhandbag? Oh no, it must be at the crash site, maybe it fell out whenthe two passengers got into the rear seats - she thought of drivingback there and then; but, thinking it through, the whole area must becrawling with Police and she didn't want to get into trouble. But theycould. What's two more months?" I was disappointed, but I wasn't going to let a little thing like this ruin my summer! I put the postcard in the back pocket of my jeans and headed for the kitchen to make my lunch. On the counter was a note from my mother with suggestions for my lunch menu, which I ignored in favor of my usual bologna and cheese sandwich. The note also instructed me to see if the Morrisons needed any help around the house.The prospect of spending the afternoon working for the Morrisons.