She says nothing, and continues to walk slowly towards me, and as she does the dress, so sheer, clings to her every move and I can tell that she is no... wearing a stitch of underwear. As she gets closer, she starts to remove her gloves, and, holding them in both her hands, she throws them round my neck and pulls me towards her. “Dance with me,” she whispers, pulling me to the centre of the room. “Oh baby”, I reply, “I thought you’d never ask”. “Shhhhh…just dance with me” you say “just dance”.I. The hiking trail was mostly empty. She had seen very few people on it, and that was hours ago. She came to the conclusion that she was alone and smiled to herself. “Finally.”Jillian took off her hiking boots and the thick socks she wore under them and set them next to her pack. She then tore off her plaid flannel shirt revealing a black lacy bra that had two flesh melons barely contained inside. She then peeled off her denim shorts revealing a very full and round booty equipped with a matching. His words were harsh but she does not move. Shes not sure she can stand at this point and she just stares at the ground, tears falling from her face. When she doesnt stand, shes suddenly pulled up by the hair on her head and she scrambles to get her feet beneath her. He lets go of her head and grabs her arms, flinging her around and into the wall. She cries out as the breath is knocked from her and her nose starts bleeding from the impact. He pushes her skirt up her hips and sends a free hand. As with her home and auto, Miss Mueller as I knew her , kept her body in great condition also, not a bikini model, but if she had c***dren today we would consider her an A+ MILF. At age 14 in 1994 I was soliciting summer work cutting grass near my parents home. Miss Mueller agreed to let me help her with her lawn for 5.00 every Saturday weather permitting. My first day, she was out tending her flowers when I arrived, sandals over perfectly painted and manicured toes, athletic shorts riding up.