She was in her late twenties or early thirties, with shoulder-length chestnut hair. With my fatigue, social filters were weak, and my eyes lingered on...the fullness of her breasts as I watched her in profile, fumbling with the key. Even with the modest high-collar dress she wore. In the close quarters, I noticed that she still had freckles, and dimples even.After a few attempts with the card in wrong directions, the door relented and allowed us entry.“Sorry about that,” she said. “You were. Easily ten million dollars a year, if not twenty. This grow room was that potentially productive. In fact after some quiet research he had determined that this was undoubtedly the single largest indoor drug growing operation that law enforcement had ever discovered (or not, in our case). A fairly similar site in Kentucky had been smaller and likely less efficient than this, and its operator when caught admitted to sales of over twelve million dollars a year!No, I had zero intention of. Dan started the conversation. “There’s a medium-sized grocery store two blocks over. It’s been abandoned for four years so it will need a lot of work.”Grandma Vasquez continued when he stopped. “It’s in a strip mall, and there’s a storefront next to it perfect for a pastry shop. You could recruit locals and do the same thing you did with us. We’ll even help train them and share recipes.”Ms. Chin went next. “I bet if we worked the programs you could get the whole thing, all the empty shops, for. I sucked her nipple and grabbed the other breast. They are so huge that it can’t fit in my hand. She can’t wait any longer and pulled my hand toward her pussy. It was clean shaved and smooth.I started fingering her and she started to moan so loudly that I have to start the tv so as to avoid her noise going outside. She arched her body in pleasure and keep on moaning. I was groping her breast with one hand and deep fingered her with the other. She was in some other world now and suddenly she.