I jumped out of bed and threw on an old t-shirt and baggy jeans I had laying around . I ran downstairs and opened the door expecting the postman who a...ways comes early on a Saturday . "Hi Dave , is the kettle on I'm freezing " said Dee as she walked in . I was still half dazed and foggy eyed with my hair looking like I had just been plugged in somewhere . I flicked the kettle on and grunted that I would be back as soon as I had sorted myself out . I went upstairs and had a quick. Her passion is fashion, so she always dresses elegantly and impeccably. She buys much more clothes than she needs. Once she told you that it is her greatest weakness. She loves heels and masters them with a nature that any model would envy. You ring the doorbell nervously, then hear the unmistakable sound of heels approaching the door, and within seconds, a tall blonde woman greets you at the door with a big hug. Abi is taller than you remembered, her walk is imposing, her eyes are about 5. ”“Fucking hell Laura, you’re making a lot of fuss about nothing,” David shouted at her, trying to take hold of her head and pushing his cock into her face.“Stop it David,” she cried, pushing him away, “it’s not fair, that’s all you want me for..can’t you see how upset l am.”“Oh you women always get moody when it’s your time of the month, l’ve read plenty of letters in magazines about it.”“What would you know about it,” she snapped at him, you’re just a k**.“I’m not a k**,” he protested, “l’ll. Enough about work, I think. When you started reading this, you wanted to read a story rather than the resume of a rather cocky guy. That’s cool. I can dig it. There’s something I’ve been meaning to get off my chest. There’s this new lady in my life. Her name is Maria Joseph. A Haitian-American beauty I ran into at the Boston Police Academy. I haven’t been able to forget her since. This five-foot-ten, chocolate-skinned and short-haired sister with the almond shaped brown eyes and heart-shaped.