I had to admit, I did a double take the first time I saw Kate Jackson walk out of the elevator. Kate was tall, close to six foot perhaps and very well...dressed. She had on a business suit and a silk blouse with honey blonde hair. She walked right up to me with all of the confidence in the world. “Good morning, I’m Kate Jackson. You must be Tim Williams.”, she said, shaking my hand. “Yes, I am. Welcome to Butler, Land and Reyes.”, I replied. “Thank you, I’m happy to be here.”, she smiled. “Well,. Get personal. I am always adjusting my models and sometimes touch personal areas. Sorry if I upset you," he told her."Hey, it's OK. I don't mind," she replied. Returning to her question, she asked, "Do you think I can really be a model?" Of course," Dave answered. "Your breasts are very nicely formed, your eyes are fantastic as is the rest of your body. I was thinking that I have a shoot in a few weeks for teen girl's underwear. Your size and the shape of your breasts would be perfect for. The air was thick with the scent of sex and she could hear the overly wet noises that emanated from behind her. Her hips burned with a fire that was both painful and pleasurable and her knees would need days to recover. Fast guttural moans filled the room, and she was surprised that they came from her.Biting her lower lip, she knew she was on the verge. Her mature pussy flowed freely with her lubricating nectar, and she could no longer feel any of his length or girth inside her body. It was. It felt so safe, so nice, laying there besides her. Everything about her was special. Touch, texture, warmth, shape, even smell. She had scars, freckles, beauty marks. She had slightly crooked teeth. One of her eyes was a bit higher than the other. It was all special, all her. I liked how I could wrap my arm around her completely.She would be a surprise to someone who attacked her. It was something demonstrated to me many times over the years we’ve been roaming this crazy world together. She.