Although it doesn't show on the surface, Frank smiles to himself. He'd noticed the cuddly brunette saleslady (who was now screaming at them both) on their way into the lot, and suspected she might have possibilities. Sandra smiles as well; she'd noticed the same brunette, and the same possibilities; wouldn't pay to let Frank catch on to her, though -- let him think *he* was the clever one!
They both look up at the trailer saleswoman. She is a dark-skinned brunette, perhaps 5'4'': zaftig, but with the extra five to seven pounds in just the right places. She's wearing a boring gray woman's business suit, but her figure overcomes the limitations of the medium; and it doesn't escape Frank's (or Sandra's) notice that she wears sexier high heels, and shows more cleavage, than normal business practice recommends. Despite her current near-hysterical scream, this is a very sensual woman towering over them.
Frank and Sandra sit up slowly from where they are lying on the new carpet, her dress up to reveal her wet moist pussy, fresh cum dripping down Frank's face. Neither of them makes any motion to cover themselves in any way; if anything, they seem to shift in such a way as to 'accidentally' reveal the erotic state of all their body parts (including Frank's again-burgeoning erection).
"What the hell are you two doing?!" the brunette repeats. Her voice seems more strained this time, almost more incredulous than angry. "You can't just... do things like that... where people might see you!"
"But my dear..." Sandra glances at the name tag, "Martina: that's half the fun! If you're lucky, other people will see you being naughty, and your example will give new interest and meaning to their dreary lives. Isn't your life much more interesting now than it was before you caught me and this *nasty* husband of mine having fun here in your lovely little trailer?"
This brazen question, combined with the couple's rather blatant display of sexual comfort, leaves Ms. Martina Anafulu spluttering with confused outrage. People don't do that kind of thing in public and not hide themselves in shame. Her good Catholic upbringing (daddy was Ibo-Euro 'half-caste,' mamacita was an hidalga from Oaxaca) has taught her that sexuality, hers as well as everybody else's, is a hideous shame to be concealed at all costs.
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