.?" A question lingered in her voice. I moved my hand up slowly. When it was about three inches away from the bottom of her shorts, she said, "Red lig...t!" I smiled and kept going. "Firetrucks don't stop for red lights," I suddenly moved on top of her and kissed her lips. She pulled back a little surprised. "Wait, that's not fair!" She protested. She pushed me a little. "You agreed to do anything I wanted," I murmured brushing my lips against her neck. She shivered a little. "This is wrong...". Jennifer Lewis popped in, offered me her hand to shake and took a seat on the rolling stool by the desk. “How can I help you today, Mr. Jameson?” she asked cheerfully. I explained my concern, albeit slight, and she nodded. “As we reach middle age, our eyes tend to challenge us, drifting from clear focus to fuzzy images once in a while, but that can be for many reasons,” she said. “A change of diet, lack of sleep once in a while, perhaps a bit of work from stress, or anything personal can. “I’m fine now. When you called, I was just putting on my black petite seamless medium padded, and lined cup push up stretch lace bra with lace trim, back wings and ½ inch adjustable straps which I wore regularly during the treatment for my vaginal infection when my curdish cunt cream had the consistency of cream corn or cottage cheese depending on what day of the week it was. One day, it actually had the appearance, consistency, and according to my lover Meg, the taste of apple sauce! It’s so. . What do you think?” She says, more to us than to the dog.He moves to the side and bounces around behind her, briefly attempting to mount her from behind – much to her amusement - but failing because she’s still not in position. She half turns toward him and chastises him, “No ... Bad boy ... I’m not ready!” She pushes him away with one hand, then looks to the camera again as if to say, “The nerve of him!”, with a cheeky smile.He comes back to her and drops his head down to her crotch,.