As Angie walked to the bus stop she felt the air flowing passed her bare, bald pussy and it started her pussy tingling a little bit. She also realised...that, although her breasts weren’t bouncing about they were moving a little as she walked and she could feel her nipples rubbing against the material of her dress and that was contributing to the tingling.As she always does, Angie stopped at a coffee shop between getting off the bus and arriving at work to get her daily caffeine fix and as the. Maybe, today, she could...With no interruption in the sound, two eyes opened in the darkness across from her. Sam grinned. She might wake early, but Dad was the lightest sleeper in the world. The eyes closed again, her father seeming to snuggle even more under the blankets now that the source of whatever had woken him was identified. With no further need of stealth, the covers came off and her nude body slipped out of the bed onto the cold floor. It was time to start the day.The cloths hanging. ‘321 to Jamestown,’ he said into the radio mike. ‘Go ahead, 321,’ the dispatcher replied. ‘Be off on Adams Road, on portable, for that investigation follow-up,’ Rod said. ‘Copy, 321, you’ll be off on Adams Road, on portable, investigation follow-up,’ the dispatcher said. Rod shut the cruiser’s engine off, got out, and started toward the small house. Inside the house, Nancy Burke was just about to start doing laundry. She was married, but had no children. She was tall, about five-ten,. Though rotund at 5’ 6” and maybe 50 pounds heavier than she was in my teenage years, she was still my mother, the object of many teenage fantasies. At 200 pounds, there was just more of her.“Mom, there are some things I just can’t do. Dad will be home in a few days.” I tried unsuccessfully to look in her eyes as we talked. However, my eyes kept straying, taking in her luxurious body. She reminded me of a Rubens model with her thick legs and dimpled derriere.I watched in stunned amazement as.