Now I was back in my own house with my "mum" Mary sound asleep in her bedroom. I looked at my beautiful twenty year old body in the mirror once again ...nd lifted my leg up high so I could see my pussy slit and my brown eye at the same time. Even when I was only in my twenties and still at University, I did not look this good. The change from my last physical form in my late 50s was certainly not comparable at all. I had felt I was still a "good lay" even in my mature state but I could not argue. Once the last hook was in place, Dave turned me round to face him, giving him full access to the lace front. Dave pulled the lace tight at my waist, giving a very erotic curvy effect to waist and bust. My breast nestled on the quarter cups of the basque, making my large firm breasts look very pert and undoubtedly framing my pierced nipples to maximum effect. Dave took the seamed fishnet stockings from the packet, rolled them up neatly and placed my toe inside the black fishnet. Rolling the. He passed the physical exams, operated firearms both big and small like a pro, and passed the exams which tested his endurance. He was able to successfully run with other cops and in mock pursuits on foot. He was equally skilled at climbing fences, high walls and leaping and jumping if called for. Each test was long and exhausting, and either made or broke a person. At the dawn of the 1980’s, the Academy did not discriminate against racial background or gender. All that mattered was that they. It shimmered and sparkled in club lights, and I learned awhile back. It was tight, and hugged my curves. I was lucky to have curves when I had such a thin figure. I wore a thong, solely to show off my ass. I wasn’t getting dressed up fancy for anyone but myself. I smiled as I looked over my body quickly in the mirror. My cleavage was being showed off well in the seriously low rise front of my dress. I rode in style… If you call style the city bus. But I was there on time, and met by the smiley.