She seemed to be his mother's age, but better looking. In fact, the woman was very pretty in a strange way. Her thin face was very pale. She wore bright red lipstick and pink stuff on her cheeks. Her large eyes were outlined in black, with blue coloring on her eyelids.

The woman picked up one berry and held it between her finger and thumb. She rolled it around.

"Nice and big," she said.

She was rolling the berry between her fingers just as Danny had when he was imagining it tote a nipple. Then she put the berry into her mouth.

"Um-mmmmm," she hummed. "Delicious!"

Danny's stiff prick had relaxed somewhat. But now it was stiffening again.

Danny lowered his eyes from the woman's face. Her fur jacket was opened, letting her big tits protrude. Her dress was low cut, and the tops of her tits swelled into view.

"Do you know where the old Murphy place is?" she asked.

"Yes, Ma'am," Danny said. "It's over an Herker Road. You take the first…"

"I didn't ask you where it is," the woman interrupted. "I merely asked if you knew where it is."

She popped another berry into her mouth.

Apparently, this old broad was as weird as she looked, Danny thought. He wished she would buy some berries and go away. She was confusing him.

"Will you show me the Murphy place?" she asked.

"But… I've got to stay here," Danny stuttered. "My berries…"

"George, my chauffeur, will watch your stand," she said. "George!"

George came running. He was the same age as the woman. His face was stern, and he wore a regular chauffeur's cap.

Danny wanted to take a ride in the limousine. Besides, he hadn't sold any berries so far. It would be foolish to hang around hoping to make a dollar or two when he had the chance to take a ride in a limo.

The woman told George to watch the stand. Then she led Danny to the car. She climbed into the driver's seat; Danny sat beside her.