“Would you like a drink? I’ve got beer and a few whiskeys,” I said awkwardly as we sat in the near total silence. “Beer would be ...reat.” She started walking to the bed and taking her shoes off as I turned and took two cans out of the refrigerator in the corner. I turned back and froze. She was sitting on the bed in nothing but sheer black panties and a very small bra. I held the two cans up because I didn’t know how to react. Her body was gorgeous. Perfectly tanned and toned, curvy. ”The Sheriff was turning to the car. He motioned for the occupant to step out and join him. “I found this one walking the County Road at the far edge of your land. Nobody walks that road, especially a young woman in shorts carrying a backpack. I stopped and questioned her and she got quite scared. So, I had to quiet her down before I found out that she was trying to reach Michele Hawkins. I asked her why and she just said it was personal. I asked her if she was expected and she said no. Can you. Now a little about my mom, Audrey. My mom has always been what societylikes to call 'a big girl'; she is not particularly fat but she has alarge frame. Mom has never complained about this; unlike my aunts whoalways lamented they were too fat. Mom likes to dress nice; businesssuits for work, skirts and blouses after work and on the weekends. Shealways wears hosiery, heels, jewellery and makeup; her hair was alwayscoiffured and she always wears perfume. My aunts and mom's friendssometimes mock. He watched her full of lust, she was so tasty that he didn’t know where to start to enjoy her. Ophelia had been ready for some minutes, he kneeled behind her back and started to smell her intimacy, in front and back. “Spread your thighs!” he ordered. Ophelia was hot and damp, both between the buttocks and between the labia of her valve. Her delicate skin was still irritated from the total depilation that Ophelia had just done; like Jim had ordered on chat a few days before. The Master hardened.